#Harry: I grew up in a cupboard!

[iamnmbr3]

Harry: Try for some remorse. I've seen what you'll be otherwise.

Voldemort: What do you mean you've seen what I'll be?

Harry: You know. In the afterlife. Dumbledore says hi btw.

Voldemort: THERE'S AN AFTERLIFE?! AND NO ONE TOLD ME?! I didn't even need to make Horcruxes?

Harry: yeah. i mean now you'll just suffer eternally bc your soul is damaged. you could put yourself together again except i killed all the pieces. sorry about that.

#Pure-bloods in the crowd: lol how did you two not know about the magic afterlife? #Harry: I grew up in a cupboard! #Voldemort: I grew up in an orphanage. I cannot believe this. WHY WAS THIS NOT INCLUDED IN OUR CURRICULUM AT SCHOOL?! #Voldemort #Harry Potter #Harry Potter crack #humor #Harry Potter incorrect quotes

[atydblack]

"demure"

best friends dad! james potter x reader

masterlist

requests are open!

MDNI

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap, smut, cheating, ovb everyone is of age!

i know this is starting off a bit similar to my show you series for sirius but its gonna go in a diff direction in the next parts <3

i cant stop thinking about dilf james potter

You were struggling to sleep as your boyfriend, Ron, lay unconscious next to you snoring loudly. You had been staying at the Potters for the past few days as it was summer break and everyone seemed to circle between there and the Burrow for the past few weeks.

You'd expect Ron to be filled with glee at the fact you can share a bed at the Potters, where as at his family home they are made to sleep in separate beds. However, it seemed he couldn't be less bothered.

Desperation began to overtake you as despite your best efforts, he barely wanted to sleep with you. Of course you did, occasionally, but even then it didn't satisfy you.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you crawled out of bed to grab a glass of water as it didn't seem like you were sleeping anytime soon. Standing to your feet, you caught yourself in the mirror. A short black lacy night dress clung to your hips causing you to cringe at yourself. An attempt to spice things up with Ron only to go unnoticed as he simply poked fun at your pyjama choice.

You quietly made your way to the bathroom to grab some water, not too worried about your choice in clothes as you doubted anyone would be up at this hour.

The only noise in the hallway was your bare-feet padding down the stairs. Once you reached the dim-lit kitchen, you realised you were not alone.

James Potter was resting against the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in has hand, wearing only a white vest and his boxer shorts.

"Y/N." He smirked, it seemed like this wasn't his first drink.

"Mr Potter," You stumbled. "I was just grabbing a glass of water."

"Can't sleep?" He chuckled. "You don't want a real drink?"

Before letting you answer, he grabbed another glass from the cupboard and poured a hefty amount of red wine into it.

"Plus, it's James." He added, passing you the glass. As he did so, you felt his eyes wander down your body causing your cheeks to grow red.

"Thank you, James."

"Sit with me." He strolled over to the lounge, placing himself down on the sofa.

You wandered over towards him, sitting down on the sofa but as far away as possible. You had never been alone with him before.

"So what's got you up at this hour?"

"I- um, I'm not sure." You mumbled. You were unsure why you were so nervous, you had known James since you and Harry became friends, but you could feel like eyes on your body.

"Ron not help you get to sleep?"

You were speechless - he was clearly intoxicated but every word he spoke shocked you more and more.

"Oh come on." He took out a box of cigarettes and lit one. You knew he smoked but had witnessed how angry Lily gets when he lights one inside. "Pretty girl like you, surely he can't keep his hands off of you."

"Not quite." You chuckled, taking a big sip.

"What do you mean?" He pushed, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"I- You know what I mean." The wine was making you feel more relaxed.

"He doesn't satisfy you?"

There was a pause as you struggled with how to reply, this was such a strange situation and you didn't want to tell him everything that you had never even spoken about to your closest friends.

"Of course he does." You responded, but it came out a bit too defensive.

James laughed as your cheeks grew red again.

You didn't want anyone to know about your sex life - it was embarrassing. But now you'd somehow given it away to your best friends dad.

"You don't sound too convincing, darling." James smirked. "Has he made you cum?"

You looked at him, confused. Made you cum? Of course you'd made him cum time and time again but you didn't think it was possible the other way round.

"He hasn't?" James raised his eyebrows. "Fuck, he's wasting you."

"What do you mean?" You almost groaned, this whole conversation was both confusing and frustrating.

"I mean look at you." He put out his cigarette and took a big swig from his glass. "Such a sexy little princess and he can't even make you cum."

Heat grew between your legs as you locked eyes. You had never seen this side of James before, and although guilt was desperately trying to come to the forefront of your emotions, you pushed at back.

"Come here." He spread his legs and patted in between them.

You obliged, moving shakily towards him.

As you sat down in his lap, back facing his chest, goosebumps covered your skin as you made contact with him.

"Want me to show you how it's supposed to be, pretty girl?"

You nodded.

"Use your words."

"Yes, James." You almost choked.

He placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck causing you to stifle a soft moan.

James' hand travelled down to your thigh, using his thumb to brush circled edging closer and closer to you.

You wanted to scream, you had never felt this intense neediness before and you could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered in your ear.

"You." You let out desperately.

"Tell me."

"I want you to make me cum." You moaned out.

At your demand, his fingers moved towards your lace panties, rubbing circles through them.

"Fuck, princess, you're already wet for me?"

You couldn't let out anything other than a moan. He continued to rub circles, his pace growing quicker and quicker. You were already close to your high and he hadn't even removed your underwear yet.

The combination of his wet kisses on your neck and his big hands circling your clit caused you to reach your high, legs shaking at the sheer ecstacy.

"You came already, baby?" James chuckled. "I haven't even started yet."

Before you had the chance to catch your breath, he ripped your underwear off of you and pushed a finger inside you.

You couldn't stop moaning, he were worried at the amount of noise you were making but that thought quickly passed once James gripped your throat, restricted both noise and your breathing.

Somehow this turned you on even more, worried you would cum for a second time in only a few minutes.

He pushed two more fingers inside you, fucking you with force at an unnatural pace.

"Your pussy is so tight, sweet girl." He groaned. "I wanna feel you cum around my fingers this time"

You couldn't believe how good he made you feel, giving you just the right amount of pleasure and pain as he continued to choke you.

Your head flew back, resting on his chest as you reached your high for a second time. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as you continued to moan.

Once you'd finished your climax, he pulled his fingers from you and brought them up to his mouth, sucking your cum from them.

Your brain was still hazy and you wanted him more than anything you'd ever wanted in your life.

Sliding off of him onto the floor in front, you turned to him. You tried to pull down his boxers but he gently grabbed your wrists.

"As much as I'd like to fuck you until we both can't walk, Y/N." James chuckled. "I fear we might wake my wife."

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part two

there will be many parts to this !!! aiming to do part two tomorrow

let me know if you liked it and remember my requests are open :)

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[lilystyles]

bloom.

part four of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

no strings attached masterlist & main masterlist xxx

authors note part four is hereeeeeee!! IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS. i was drowning in assignments these past few months which is why it has taken me so long. i am now on my winter break yay, so i should be able to update more regularly thanks for the patience and love XXXX

brief description y/n and harry go to dinner and something stronger blooms between them.

warnings! smut (f!receiving, blowjob, sex, cumplay, loss of virginity but is all very romantic) unprotected sex (pls wear a condom), swearing, alcohol abuse, overall just a mature read. around 11.6k words. (she's longggg omg)

inexperinced!virgin!reader x fwb!harry

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Harry and Y/n had managed to keep their new ‘relationship’ a secret for a little over a month which Y/n was very proud of, normally she couldn’t lie to save her life. He’d come over most weekends or she’d go to his and they would eat food, sometimes they’d cook sometimes they’d go out, they would watch films, sometimes at home sometimes in the cinema. But by the end of the night after a few wines and with an old soul record playing in the background they’d pleasure each other. 

It was simply perfect. Whatever, wherever they were at was the happiest they had ever been. Except maybe the few Christmases they’d had together as roommates.

Y/n had never thought she could enjoy someone else’s company this much. Within time she grew the most comfortable she ever had been with someone. He’d seen her naked, he’d seen her cry, he’d seen her bleed, and he knew all of her secrets. She felt so free around him. It was a wonderful feeling, she only wished she could tell her other friends about it and how great it was. How happy she was, how happy he made her. This free feeling? Did they have that too? Is that why they’d always encouraged her to get a boyfriend and put herself out there?

But she knew it was just easier this way — their own little bubble. Keeping it their little secret. Sometimes things went to shit once they were said out loud. She’d noticed that and was worried if she shared it with them he would disappear.

They still hadn’t had sex yet, Harry wanted to wait for the right moment for that. He knew that virginity was a silly construct but he still wanted her first time having sex to be something she wouldn’t regret. He couldn’t live with himself if he ruined that for her. He didn’t want it to feel forced and corny and like it was this dramatic live changing event but he didn’t want it to be in the back of a car in a dark car park either. He wanted it to be a nice moment. She’d been ready for weeks, since that first night even. But when Harry told her waiting was the right thing to do she listened and was grateful for his delicate handling of the situation. He was more experienced so she listened.

She trusted him.

When Harry got a text from James that day that the guys all wanted to go on a camping trip for a long weekend in the middle of spring, he called her immediately. 

After a few rings, she answered. “Hi, Haz!” She sounded breathless but chirpy.

“Hey, Lovie.” He could hear clatter in the background. She must’ve been up to something. A loud bang echoed in his ear.“What are you doing, Cheeky?” He said in a playful tone.

She giggled. “I’m attempting to perfect a cookie recipe. I had a bit of an anxious day, so I needed a distraction.”

“Why didn’t you just call me? I’m happy to distract you.” He said softly, grabbing a jumper from his cupboard. He was about to ask if he could come over, not that he needed to at this point.

She wondered for a moment if he meant that in a sexual way or not. Because everything had begun to blur. Sure most of the time when she saw Harry they’d pleasure each other, but sometimes he just held her warmly in his arms. Sometimes they did nothing at all. What did it all mean? Sometimes he felt like a boyfriend, most of the time actually.

“I’m sure you have a life outside of being my distraction.” She said stubbornly, mixing the batter in the large bowl. Her arm was aching. The smell of spices and ginger filled her nose, her biggest struggle when baking was usually not eating all the batter.

“Not really. So, can I come over?”

She giggled again, softly. “Of course. See you in 20.”

“Getting in the car as we speak.”

“Drive safely please.”

He smiled. “Always, Bun.”

When he arrived at her apartment he barely had to knock before she had already opened the door. 

“Hi, H!” She chirped.

“Hi, Petal.”

She opened the door wide for him. “Come in.” She was in a pair of boxers he had left behind a few nights ago they were dark blue and a tight old One Direction shirt. She’d supported them in the early stages of their career, that shirt was from way back when. She was covered in flour and other cooking ingredients, looking as adorable as ever. Wearing those ridiculous bunny slippers of hers.

He shut the door behind him following her to the kitchen where something good was cooking. She was making another batch of her cookies (she was famous for them).

“I thought you could give these to Gem and Anne when you see them, you said they were coming down last time you were ‘round. Of course, you don’t have to. But I miss them, and they used to like my cookies.” She said shyly, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He never took his eyes off her.

He grinned stepping closer to her with his arms wide. “You are the cutest.”

She blushed. 

“You should come to dinner.” He pulled her into his chest, chin resting on her head. Smelling the scent of her delicious shampoo as he squeezed the plump flesh of her arms and shoulders.

She looked up, arms still wrapped around his hips, “That isn’t very friends with benefits of us though, is it?” Tucking her head into his chest, he smelt so good today. Like every day. The woodsy fresh bodywash he used was still very strong on his skin and his hair was extra fluffy. He must have showered this morning.

“I’d have asked you, either way, Love. Y’know Mum adores you. Gem too.”

She looked up. “Okay….When is it?”

“Tonight, that’s sort of why I wanted to come over. And, did you see the text James sent?”

She shook her head and walked over to the living room and found her phone buried underneath the dozens of blankets. She now saw the chat flooded with texts. 

JAMES

Hi guys! Is everyone free next weekend for the long weekend? Me and Daisy have planned a lil getaway at the beach. We would love to go all together like the old times. Bring a tent and gear. X

DAISY

 and bring your party pants!!

OLIVE

I’m so there. :))

FINNLEY

I’ll check, I’ve got exams coming up. 

But fingers crossed.

PENNY

i am definitely coming !!!

MICHAEL

Yes bet bet. Sounds like a plan

JAMES

Harry? Y/n? U two in?

She looked up. “Sounds nice, a lil’ getaway.” She liked the idea of doing nothing with Harry by the beach and amongst nature.

“I’ll go if you go.”

That made her smile and she looked down before typing.

me and harry shall be there xxx

After that, Harry managed to get roped into helping finish the cookie decorating before Y/n rushed off to get ready for dinner. Harry had booked a swanky restaurant, so Y/n felt like she had to dress up just a bit more than their usual dinners.

Once she was out of the shower, she stared annoyedly in her towel at her options. 

She remembered when Harry used to come home from touring and Anne would throw these big but intimate dinner parties and invite all his family and friends. Y/n could just wear jeans to that and they’d all bundle up around a bonfire after dinner and look at the stars. Harry and her would share a wine or two and it was simple. Harry loved how normal he felt with Y/n, even the memory of her was enough to ground him. He was glad she was back in his life, and he felt now he was ready for it and ready for her.

Harry came down the hall to her room and sat down on her bed grabbing one of her teddy bears and cuddling it in his big arms. The sight was rather funny, this big tattooed man and a little pink teddy bear cuddled up in pretty feminine soft-looking bedsheets. “I’ve got to change and pick some gifts up from back home before we go, is that okay?” He asked watching her dig through her clothes.

She nodded. “Of course! But what should I wear? What do you think?”

She was oddly nervous about tonight even though every Christmas when she went home to Holmes Chapel she went over to Harry’s Mums house for a drink and sometimes had the odd text with Gemma. She was still in contact with that side of her life it was just now she was Harry’s date to dinner. But she wasn’t his girlfriend but they’d think she was and what did that mean? Anne and Y/n’s mother had wanted them to get married for years now since they were around 10. Would this be the new talk of the town between all the mothers? She knew it was likely. Gemma was probably bringing her partner Michal, so it felt really official or something. 

He watched her, her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as she stared at her cupboard. 

“I’m just wearing a shirt and slacks. Simple.” He replied. “Don’t think too hard about it, you’ll look pretty in anything, Bun.”

“Harry, I bet all of your outfit is custom-made Gucci. I can’t compete with that!”

He bit his lip to hold back his laugh. “Lovie, calm down. Don’t work yourself up. Just wear somethin’ you feel nice in. If yeh’ worried about me caring that’s silly, I like yeh’ in anythin’.”

She remained frowning and started to dig through the dresses she had. She found one hidden amongst them, she wore it to her birthday once. It was a long golden slinky dress with lace detail on the hem and neckline. It was very delicate. And even though it was spring she knew it would still be chilly that evening so she grabbed a long brown coloured coat from off the door that she had been wearing most days to Uni. It was warm and woollen and she loved it.

Harry busied himself by scrolling through his phone while she got ready. It didn’t take her long, once she was happy with her outfit and had added a light pink scarf, a handbag and some shoes she went to the bathroom to do her makeup and hair. 

She had already blow-dried her hair before and it was in a lovely natural state so she didn’t bother changing it. For makeup she kept it simple, only enhancing her features. When she was ready and came out Harry looked up upon the clicking of her heels. 

His cheeks turned pink at the sight. Jesus. “Beautiful, Bun.” He felt no words could do it justice.

She blushed a bit too at those words and that admiring expression of his. “Thanks, Harryyy. Ready? I’ll get the cookies and lock up and then we can go, okay?”

He nodded at her standing up and following her lead as she’d put the cookies into a tin. 

Once she grabbed everything else she needed they got in Harry’s car and headed to his house.

Y/n was browsing Harry’s playlists and noticed a new one in there which was unnamed only with a pink heart as the title. He wasn’t really paying attention to her on his phone, his hand was carelessly thrown on her thigh and the other the wheel, they were both pretty silent, it was calm. So he didn’t notice her scrolling through the songs — it was this soft, romantic, sleepy, soul playlist. Full of a lot of her favourites and it felt like a cosy evening. So she put it on and placed his phone back into her lap. 

Harry’s ears pricked up at the sound of the song, she’d found the playlist. Was it obvious it was for her? Well, about her?

“You found it.” He whispered, the song was only softly playing as background noise. He didn’t have the radio up loud. So she heard him.

“Yeah, it’s like all m’favs.” She said, smiling gently. 

He contemplated saying it, feeling his heart speed up as he spoke, “I made it f’you.”

She finally met his eyes and gave him this dazzling toothy grin. “Aw, that’s nice, Haz. Really sweet.” She leaned over kissing his cheek. She laughed when her lipstick left a stain and she rubbed it. “Sorry.”

He just gave her thigh a squeeze in reply worried he might reveal himself if he said anything else and a few songs later they arrived at his house. He told Y/n she could wait in the car because it would take him 10 minutes max to get dressed. 

She nodded and scrolled through her Instagram while she waited and then replied to a text from her Mum before she turned her phone off and waited in silence. He was quick as promised and when he came out the door he was looking devilishly handsome. 

She felt her body react to it. Her cheeks turned pink, her pupils grew in want, and her hands itch to touch him. Her heart was hammering against her chest and she felt a familiar twist of want in her stomach. He was in a silky black shirt that was long and tight on his muscular arms, his buttons were undone and showed off his tattoos. Which reminded her of when he had his long hair and he was this pure sex god rockstar of a man. He had a pair of black flared pinstripe trousers to match and a pair of black boots with red detailing. He looked so good she wanted to faint. She felt her thighs squeeze in want and she sighed at herself, don’t be such a perv!

He had added some extra rings and jewels from his usual bundle. Something caught her eye. It was this golden pendant with a moon and star on it, she’d bought it for him for his 19th birthday, when they first started living together. She hadn’t seen him wear it in a long time, she’d forgotten she’d even bought the thing. Y/n remembered buying it. Harry had been with her, they were at a market full of random things looking for cheap furniture for their place. 

They were walking past this large jewellery stall and both admired the rings and style. It was different from the normal places they’d seen. They had tonnes of it. A glint of something gold had caught her eye, it was that pendant. It was one of the only gold among the silver. She touched it in admiration and Harry peered over her shoulder, saying it was pretty and he liked it. Harry said he thought it was cool and matched a lot of his other jewellery. But without much thought, he walked off to look at some couches in the next stall. 

Y/n knew his birthday was coming up and asked the jeweller how much it was. He was this eccentric gentleman, who smiled at her. Showing the matching ring to her which was very dainty and feminine that she didn’t even think would fit Harry’s fingers. She explained that she just wanted the necklace as a gift for someone. But he said that he would not sell either piece without the other. At the time he explained it was made for two lovers, so they’d always be together, but Y/n replied it was just for a friend, truly believing he was just trying to get more money out of her. But now looking back she and Harry loved wearing them and matching. It cost her more money than she could afford at the time but she was drawn to it. Something magical in the crafting of them.

Her hand reached over to touch his neck fingers touching the chain. “Oh, my god. I forgot about that.”

He grinned. “Found it the other day.”

She wished she knew where the ring was. “I remember that ol’ thing.” Sometimes when she was in the crowd or if Harry knew she was watching the show, in the early stages that is, he’d lift up the pendant and kiss it or touch his heart where it lay. Especially if he was playing a song Y/n liked (or that was secretly about her). Sweet Creature was one he wrote for her.

When they arrived in a rather fancy area of London with very expensive restaurants and hotels, Y/n could’ve laughed. They’d both grown up okay, but they were just normal working-class families and they weren’t spoiled. She wished she could go back and tell young Harry who was always working away on his singing that’d he’d be here. She wished she could run into the bakery and tell him he’d be the most famous man ever. Tell both the young kids who were working selling pastries and bread that they would be here in a short time, together.

The valet collected the car and Harry slinked his hand into hers when they stepped out, and Y/n thought she spotted someone giving them a double-take. They quickly entered the restaurant, and the concierge took their coats for them. 

The restaurant was warm and heated, with all these crisp white tablecloths, mood lighting, and crystal glasses. The waiter immediately guided them to their table which was a fancy booth and Anne was already there waiting. She got up and instantly pulled Y/n into her arms. 

“I’m so glad Harry brought you, Darling! It’s so good to see, look at that gorgeous face of yours.” She squeezed her cheeks and kissed her forehead leaving a big mauve-coloured lipstick stain there. Y/n grinned so big and pulled her back in for another hug whispering sweet comments.

Anne was so lovely, Y/n had always loved her. She made one of her favourite people, and it made sense why he was so respectful and kind. So perfect.

Harry was next to be welcomed, bending down to be fussed over in her arms. Anne questioned if he’d been eating enough and began a tangent of worried remarks. He was such a momma’s boy, he could only smile gently at her.

When Gemma and Michal arrived they greeted Y/n too with hugs and kind comments and once their meals arrived all her tensions eased. She now knew she had been silly to worry. Harry’s family were just as lovely as him. She knew that already and this pressure of her being his date was stupid. They already liked her, they knew her, and they’d seen her grow up beside Harry. She was just Y/n and he was just Harry.

They ate wonderful dinners and drank expensive brands of champagne, along with some fancy French dessert Y/n had never tried that Harry insisted she ate. It was a perfect night and she was sad to say goodbye to them all. When Harry dipped to the bathroom for a minute Anne pulled her aside. 

“I’m so glad you two are getting closer again, you’ve always been my favourite of his girlfriends. And these cookies! So delicious, I love when you send them over at Christmas time. Harry steals the whole thing of them, usually. No one can keep their hands off them. Ever thought of selling them?”

“Thank you, Anne. Thanks for letting me come, I hope I didn’t intrude on your family night.” She didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. She wished she was one of his girlfriends and she was glad someone appreciated her cookies.

When Harry back came from the bathroom he saw Y/n hugging his mum, and his heart melted at the sight. 

Y/n was good with people, and his family had always loved her. She was so gentle and well-mannered. Their Mums were very close too which helped. When they had drifted Anne still updated him that Y/n was doing well, and he was always pleased to hear that.

Harry said his goodbyes too and promised them something about bringing Y/n to another family catch-up, she just smiled warmly with pink cheeks at the idea. She was leaning into his side, his big arm draped over her shoulders as he kissed her temple. 

The valet handed Harry the keys and they slid into his car before driving back home finally. It was around 10 in the evening and Y/n was absolutely blissful, her hand had found his lap stroking his thigh gently as a light patter of rain began to fall down on the windows. 

“You were wonderful tonight. Mums’ always loved you though, Petal.” His eyes were on the road but he was grinning anyway — unable to contain it. He felt so fucking happy.

She grinned softly. She was pretty sure she was all heart eyes for him right now. She imagined she probably looked like one of those cartoons where the guy sees a pretty woman walking down the road and his eyes pop out and his head starts spinning. 

“Thanks for bringing me, Harry. It was lovely. I had a really nice night.”

He looked at her as if to say ‘duh’, “Of course, I’d bring ya’ I know we didn’t talk for a while there, but I thought of you a lot. And y’know Mum, loves ya’. You’re very important to us all.”

She looked away from him blushing down at her free hand before nodding, and softly replying. “I thought of you too. Why didn’t you come to Mum’s New Year’s party? I waited for you the whole night…”

He sighed thinking back to what she was talking about. 

“I was in Japan.” He replied. “I really did contemplate flying back just for the party, but I wasn’t sure if y’wanted me too.”

She looked over at him. “I didn’t know that.”

“I know.” He replied softly.

The rest of the car journey was quiet, the gentle hum of the radio played along with the sound of rain softly hitting the glass. Harry didn’t speak he just moved his hand onto his thigh where hers rested, giving it a squeeze.

It didn’t take long to arrive back at his house, Harry opened the door for her and they quickly rushed inside to avoid the rain it had grown heavier and more wild. Y/n stepped inside first with a sigh, and Harry was not far behind. His hands slid onto her hips and lower stomach, and he kissed her neck just below her ear. 

She giggled, her hands finding his. He began to whisper sweet nothings to her but was cut off by her phone ringing. He grunted in annoyance but she said she had to take the call. 

He didn’t let go of her, clinging to her childishly and nuzzling his head into her soft shoulder. 

“Hi, Mum.” She said into the phone, Harry paused his touch.

He could hear the sound of Y/M/N over the phone muffled.

“Anne already told you?” Y/n wanted to laugh. She looked at Harry who sighed, of course, Anne had already rung Y/n’s Mum. 

“No. We aren’t dating Mum. We are just friends.” She sighed. Harry chuckled. 

They weren’t just friends now. Friends don’t make each other cum, they don’t kiss, or see each other naked, friends don’t do what they do. They were way past that line now. He knew her inside and out and now he knew her more intimately than anyone ever had. Harry wondered if he’d ever have the balls to approach the subject of their relationship and where he stood.

“Mum, we were never dating. Please stop telling people he’s my ex-boyfriend.” She laughed. Her Mum was a funny old thing.

“Okay, I gotta go now. Bye, Mum.”

The muffled voice spoke again.

“Yep. Yep. Okay. Love you too. Bye.” She let out a big sigh hanging up the phone. 

Harry was taking off his shoes and belt, he seemed sleepy but content. He was sat on the couch, he’d turned the mood lighting on. It was this warm glowy orange hue that washed over the room. He looked up upon hearing the end of the conversation.

“What is it with Mums?” He teased her as leant back against the plush white sofa. Y/n described it as sitting on a cloud. She napped on it all the time. His legs were all spread out and his head was thrown back.

Harry was so fucking hot. All the time. Did he never get tired of looking so handsome?

She shrugged, walking over to sit beside him and threw her legs up so she was laying on his lap. Her cheek rested on his thigh, and Harry’s painted fingernails scratched the roots of her hair. She made a little content sigh, letting her eyes flutter shut. Him touching her was like heaven.

“Mm. Feels nice, Harry.” He let out a little chuckle. She was practically purring from his touch, all curled up on his lap. Her hands were resting on his knee, and he found himself admiring them. So dainty and delicate. Sometimes he pondered adding a ring to that finger of hers. He thought she’d be a very good person to grow old with. She loved routines and nights in, but she was witty and intelligent, though she loved simplicity she was definitely not boring. She kept you on your toes.

He wanted to stay like this forever. She was practically falling asleep in his lap, like putty in his hands. She made the odd sigh or moan in contentment every now and then as he let her destress. 

She had been a bit stressed with Uni and her life at the moment, the work of it all was hard right now, so he wanted to do anything to help her calm down. The dinner had been a nice distraction for her, and she seemed a lot happier that evening than the text he had received from her that morning. 

She rolled over to her other side so her face was near his hip nose grazing against his skin which smelt so fucking good — he used this expensive woodsy cinnamon soap it made her want to lick him all over. He continued his slow and delicate scratch on her head and his other hand rubbed her exposed back. Her hands moved to under his shirt, trailing along his fern tattoos and grazing the wisps of hair that lead underneath his waistband. Her nose grazed his skin as she tiredly nuzzled into him, feeling her eyes shut. She felt so safe in his lap and arms.

It was so domestic. They had become so domestic. He wished every day he could come home and say something cheesy like ‘Honey, I’m home!’ and scoop her up into his arms and kiss her silly. He longed for nights like this watching TV as she rested on his chest, moving with the rise and fall of his chest. He wanted the mornings too. When she grumpily didn’t want to wake up unless it was from kisses and a coffee.

“Do y’want some wine?” He asked her, his voice all raspy.

They’d only each had a glass of champagne with dinner which had long since faded. Leaving them very sober.

“Sure. Red?” She asked sitting up. Her hair was slightly messy from his playing with it.

He nodded his hand finding her chin and lifting it up. “Whatever y’want, Lovie.” He kissed her forehead before getting up and moving to the kitchen. She finally took her heels off and removed her scarf placing them on the floor. She stood up, feeling the soft rug on her sore feet. 

She leaned down to the coffee table lighting some candles of his. She lit a soap-smelling one and then a lavender one. Then once she was happy with that she walked over to his records and looked for something nice to play. 

She stumbled upon a Marvin Gaye one and she giggled to herself. It was kind of cheesy love making music, so she picked that one. She placed the record down on the turn table part and placed the stylus down. It began to hum a gentle sultry song and she moved back to the couch. 

When Harry came back she was laying on the couch, spread out as she hummed along to Marvin Gaye. In his hands, he had a bottle red all the way from New Zealand and two pink-tinted wine glasses. 

He laughed at her. “Look at yeh, Minx.” He teased. 

She smiled up at him, her dress was hiked up and she looked like the embodiment of idleness. She sat up so he could join her and he poured them both a glass.

They only had two glasses each before Y/n started to droop tiredly against his shoulder. He found her particularly adorable like that. When he finished his final sip he helped her up so they could go to sleep, he blew out the candles too. She followed him lazily up the stairs and into the bedroom, arms wrapped around his waist and tummy. 

He found a random Fleetwood Mac shirt and some grey tracksuit pants for her to wear in one of his messy drawers.

She changed out of the dress and was so happy to get her bra off. It was this pretty lacy one that had Harry frothing at the mouth. Her undies followed once he began to change as well. He found a pair of black silky sleeping pants and didn’t bother with a top.

She followed him to the ensuite and found the cotton pads and makeup remover he had just for her. She began to wipe off the makeup and was glad to be rid of it. He was brushing his teeth silently beside her and she watched him through the mirror. He caught her and gave her a wink. 

She just made a little kissy face in response. He smiled against the toothbrush, a rim of foam around his lips. Once she was done with all that she threw the rubbish into the small bin beside the toilet. 

“Do you have face wash?” She said quietly.

He nodded, spitting into the sink. “Just up there.” He pointed to the cupboard which was also the mirror. 

She opened it, rising on her tip toes for a second.

“Blue.” He replied. She squinted trying to find the blue bottle, he had an array of skincare products. She saw a big dark blue bottle, she reached for it and he nodded showing her that was the right one. 

They both washed their faces together and he smiled watching it foam up against her skin. Once they had washed their faces Y/n finally brushed her teeth and they went to bed. 

She sighed slipping into the big fluffy bed. He had some pale blue sheets on this week. He slid in beside her wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her into him. He nuzzled his face into her neck and shoulder, the very slight stubble nipping her skin.

The backs of her thighs pressed against the front of his, her bum pressed up nicely against his soft silky pants and his hands squeezed the soft plump of her tummy in comfort. It wasn’t particularly late, but they loved to be inside Harry’s big bed and just cuddle.

“Y’were just perfect tonight. How someone hasn’t swept y’up and kept yeh I dunno…” He whispered kissing the top of her header, nose brushing against her hair, inhaling her shampoo. 

She flushed. “No one’s really tried, H.” He made her heart pick up at the comment. This man and his flattery.

“Lucky f’me. Means I can have ya’ all ta’ myself.” It was meant as a joke, but honestly, he selfishly did want her all to himself. She was so perfect.

She giggled. “Lucky you.”

He squeezed her closer and tighter. She giggled some more, wriggling in his grip. One of his hands moved to her upper thigh. She stopped and leaned into the touch. They didn’t talk they just started to relax into a sleepy silence, the chilly air making them want to bask in each other’s warmth even more.

He kissed her shoulder every now and then soothingly and Y/n shut her eyes. Basking in the feeling of him. His presence made her feel so safe she wanted to sleep often.

“Harry, do you ever think about how long we’ve known each other?” She asked randomly, as his hands continued to rub her body feeling her soft skin against his palms.

“All the time, Petal. Why?” He said softly, his voice was all raspy and gravelly. It made her feel something in the pit of her stomach. He made it even harder for her not to beg for him, this waiting game felt like edging.

“It’s just funny to me how much we have changed, but also how little we have too. I mean we’ve known each other since what? Daycare? And that little boy is still you…”

He understood exactly what she meant. Some things would never change about Harry even with age. Like, he would always be kind and always make an effort. He would always have 3 sugars in his tea unlike, Y/n who would prefer none. He would always enjoy cheesy romance films and love the idea of love. He will always admire old couples walking down the street. And she would always see the more practical side to love. 

She thought back to when they were younger teenagers and how he was rather distant from her in the sense that they were in the same friend group but funnily enough never really talked alone. Then she remembered that in their final year at school Harry, who had refused to dance with anyone else, asked Y/n to dance with him because he knew she’d been waiting for the boy she fancied to ask her all night. Sitting all pretty by herself, feeling like her efforts had been a waste. Only to find herself in the hands of him, spinning and laughing underneath the disco ball.

Then in University when they found out they were going to the same place they naturally found an apartment together, with a slight push from their mothers. Who felt at ease knowing their babies would have each other. Which was weird at first but soon they were at a furniture shop testing mattresses and giggling. 

She never felt uncomfortable around Harry, but once she was close to him she knew she was done for. She knew that for the rest of her life, she’d want him. Crave him close to her. He kind of felt that too, but in a different sense. 

It was more like they kept finding each other unplanned. During school they’d had so many lessons together, sitting with each other quietly. After school, his Mum had her family over for a meal. Then sometimes at the bakery, where they served familiar faces, and between breaks they sipped hot chocolate together. At the end of year dance Y/n and Harry were the only two without dates, and so he danced with her. When University rolled around no one else was going, and of course, Y/n had accidentally by luck of the draw picked the same school as him. They both happened to need a roommate and then they were roommates, then finally best friends. It was as simple as that, it just fell into place with her. He never forced anything. 

Oh, how he loved those memories of being her roommate and best friend. Whenever he thought back to those times he couldn’t help but grin. Neither had ever anticipated anything that would happen — him famous, and her here with him, cuddled in bed.

“It’s like we can’t not be in each other’s lives. You’re always there for me, showing up.” Was all he could manage to say. 

It’s true, when they had drifted and he did a tour for his first album she came to a show with her own money. 

Anne had called her up explaining in a panic how nervous he was for this tour. It was his first without the band. So, with little thought Y/n went in support because no one else could make it, Anne and Gemma both had stuff they couldn’t back out of. Anne knew Y/n would do it for Harry. Everyone knew she’d do just about anything for him except, well, him.

She was in the front row, dressed in a familiar outfit that took him back in time. It was this lavender dress from their school days. She’d worn it to the dance. It was bouncy and had big puffy sleeves, all short and fluffy.

He hadn’t expected it at all.

He came out, dancing and going wild for one of his louder and more upbeat songs. When he finally greeted the crowd he scanned them and said politely. “Hi, I’m Harry!”

She rolled her eyes. How was he still so devilishly charming?

He spotted something familiar, someone, familiar. Her eyes, her smile, and that dress took him back. Suddenly he felt like he was at home, in Holmes Chapel and he was just singing karaoke with his old friends. 

“Y/n?!” He said with a grin. Completely shocked, he shook his head in a puppydog like manner. The few longtime fans in the crowd cheered loudly, knowing her from photos off his Instagram. Anne had a few up on her Instagram too and they seemed to love Y/n in the comments (mainly).

She waved at him. Mouthing, “Hi, H!” She couldn’t contain her smile.

She could see in his eyes how much it meant to him. They got all glassy and soft. Even if they hadn’t spoken in a while she calmed him down immediately. He hadn’t realised how much having her there would calm him. 

She was like chamomile tea, a warm bed, all things nice and calming.

“Thank you for being here, for those of you who don’t know, Y/n is a very old friend of mine. We worked together in a bakery.” He jested.

Y/n giggled.

It felt right for him to sing this song next, “This next one is Sweet Creature.”

“I’ll always be there for you, H. You know that.” She said tenderly.

He rolled her around to face him so he could see her pretty face spewing these kind words. This deep pensive look in his eye. “I’m…I’m really glad you’re here with me…in this moment…this time in my life. I never really noticed how mundane life felt until you came back into mine.”

She felt herself melt like ice cream sitting in the blistering sun during a summer day. She kind of wanted to cry at how sweet he was. Harry wasn’t even her boyfriend but shit these feelings. They were real. Her body went even softer in his arms.

She lifted her hands up from her sides to his cheeks pushing his head down so she could lean in and place a kiss on his forehead. His hair smelt delicious like soap and peppermint.

He hadn’t expected that but he felt himself flush pink. The innocent touches are what made him blush the most. She was so gentle with him. 

“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, pulling away and tucking a stray curl of his behind his ear. “Me too.”

He smiled leaning forward. “Can I kiss you?”

Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly. “Of course.”

His hands slid around to her back, blunt nails scratching her skin perfectly underneath the Fleetwood Mac shirt. He leaned forward into her lightly pecking her puffy lips, remaining very gentle at first. Her hands moved to his neck fiddling with the hair that rested there as she leaned into him. She threw her leg up to his hip and he moved one of his hands to stroke it gently. It was so soft and romantic. 

As the kiss began to deepen she gripped his shoulders trying to press her chest even closer to his wanting to be as close to him as possible. He hummed softly, feeling her tits press into him. Her nipples were hard and he wanted them in his mouth. 

“Mm, you’re perfect.” He muttered against her lips.

She smiled into the kiss, and he used that as an excuse to slip his tongue in ever so slightly. That’s when the kiss began to grow more fiery and passionate. He nibbled her lip and pulled her body even closer letting her roll on top of him as she mewled. 

Her hips rocked needily against his silky pants and he moved his kisses down her jaw and neck peppering them frenziedly, loving the little whimpers and whines that escaped her lips. Which only spurred him on to continue further down to the top of her chest.

The way she was rocking against him was making him lose his mind. Her hands clawed his chest as she whispered quietly. “Please, Harry.” 

This tension had been building for weeks. She wanted him so fucking badly. It was always on her mind, and it was honestly distracting. She’d been trying to write an Essay that morning and all she could think of was him, and in a horny flurry, she imagined him bending her over the desk. Making her scream with pleasure as he often did.

“S’good f’me, Baby.” He breathed out. Hands finding her hips now, forcing them harder against him. Thinking filthy thoughts of him burying himself in her dripping pussy. 

Her lips pressed into his shoulder and then slowly moved down the side of his body, kissing along his tattoos, biting and licking some parts of his tanned bare skin. Until she was finally by his waistband, her pink chipped fingernails teased his snail trail of hair that led to underneath the silk. His skin was so soft there.

His eyes became all hooded, animalistic-like. He was looking at her like he wanted to eat her. But he remained calm and gentle with touches. His hands found her hair, all his rings were off so she felt no sting of metal on her skin. His fingers were running through it delicately and moving it away from her beautiful face.

“Prettiest girl in the world.” He muttered and she blushed resting her cheek on his thigh. 

“Thank you, Baby.” She sighed. 

She only ever let those pet names slip during these moments and it made him so fucking needy for her. He just smiled softly, at ease. “Of course.”

“Can I taste you, H? Please?”

He let his eyes shut and he softly whined as her hand palmed against his pant-covered cock. He was stiff beneath her touch, and she could feel him throbbing at the contact. “You can do whatever you want to me, Angel.”

She giggled teasingly giving his prick a firmer squeeze. “Don’t promise me that. We’ll never leave this bed.”

He took a shaky breath at her words, she was just so fucking hot without even trying. She literally just spoke her mind, and it had him frothing. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He replied breathily.

He opened his eyes, thinking back to all those nights in school when he’d dreamt of her sexually. He’d felt guilty a lot of the time for it of course, but she was just so fucking pretty and sexy without realising it. Like when they went swimming during the summer and she wore this cute little pink floral bikini, he would go home and in the summer heat, he would imagine it was her wrapped around him. He’d probably wanked to every filthy fantasy he’d ever had. Her sucking him off, maybe him fucking her throat watching tears spill from her eyes. Him eating her pretty pussy and making her feel so good she saw stars. Making love to her softly and romantically as she deserved, and sometimes he thought of fucking her roughly and needily. In different positions for hours. All the ones he could think of. But every time he came, he’d come back to and realise it was just his fist and not her mouth, hand, or precious pussy.

But now she was here in front of him, eyes all big looking up at him, ready and eager to take him into her mouth. She was real and she wanted him.

“Yes, Angel.” He rasped.

These moments always felt surreal to him. Especially because of how well they knew each other, now that they had started to explore each other’s bodies it was the most vulnerable they had ever been. No one would ever know them better than each other. 

Which is why her hand that was ghosting over his thick cock made him feel so close already from a mere touch.

She was dream-like.

“Mmm.” He whined. He was sensitive to her touch always, but tonight it was more than usual. They both pulled his pants off together so she could rest between his thighs, her mouth right in front of his leaking pink tip.

She was feeling a bit more vocal tonight. He loved it. “You have such a pretty dick, Harry. So big and veiny.”

He laughed softly, his hand running through his hair which had fallen into his eyes. “You think so?”

“I never really thought I could actually feel that way until I saw yours. It’s so pretty like the rest of you. It makes sense you have such a nice cock, it matches.” This new side to her had him dying in want.

God, he just wanted her so badly. He wanted to feel those pink slick lips around his cock, and watch her take him into her tight throat. Last night he’d even cum to the thought in the shower.

“You’re so sweet to me, Bun.”

She gave a gentle smile in response before shuffling closer to his glistening prick. Pursing her lips slightly as a string of spit dripped landing on the ruddy head, his breath hitched at the contact. His hands gripped the sheets roughly. When she finally leaned down close to him she did a signature kiss like always. The sight alone was enough to make him cum.

“Such a good girl for me, Baby.” He muttered his hands coming up to her hair pulling it away so he could see her adorable face as she kitten licked against his slick shaft. Her face was flushed pink like always when they’d been kissing, so pretty. She clenched her thighs at that comment and he noticed, very well aware now how much she loved his praise. Loved being told she was good for him, because she truly wanted to be good for him.

Leaning down further she fully enveloped his tip into her mouth, her tongue was a welcome contact against him and he whined loudly. “Fuck.” He said softly and involuntarily throwing his head back.

She had gained more confidence since that night on New Year’s Eve, she knew how he liked and had learnt to make him cum in mere minutes now. She had learnt to take most of him in her mouth too. Which she was surprised she could do considering how large he was.

As she swallowed him deeper into her mouth he heard a little choking sound as she went deeper than usual. Her nose grazed his navel and he cried out. She was taking him so fucking deep, the trail of hair tickled her noise.

“Shit, just like that sweet girl, so fucking good, deep. Fuck.”

She began bobbing her head faster and could feel him throb against her tongue, she would never be used to how large she was ever but she had started to learn ways to take him. He moaned loudly, unable to contain himself at her rapid pace. She pulled up for air for a second her hand coming down to stroke his slick cock at the loss of her throat so he wouldn’t miss her touch.

“H, y’can guide my head, it’s okay. I wanna make y’feel good. Move your hips too if that’s what you want.” She said slightly out of breath, spit and precum dribbled down her chin.

He looked at her eyes for reassurance and he saw a content look in them. “Okay, Love, just tap my legs if it’s too much.”

She nodded. “Ok, H.”

He smiled and she moved back down, taking a deep breath before she took him back into her mouth. He sighed, “Ah, mm.”

His hands had moved into her hair holding her head soft yet firm on his cock, when she made it to about halfway around him her tongue was swirling delicately against his engorged prick and he felt so close to cumming already. It had only been a few minutes.

She was struggling to stop her legs from squeezing together, his sounds made her so wet she felt herself dripping down her thighs. He began to gently guide her head into a bobbing rhythm and he felt a drip of precum fall out his head and he knew if they’d kept this up in another few minutes he’d cum. 

“Oh god, Y/n, your so fucking perfect taking me like this. Letting me use you.” He uttered, “Such a good girl letting me take your mouth like this. So filthy. My filthy girl.”

She moaned softly against his twitching cock and he whined, pulling her head up off him. She took a large breath in. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” She said quickly. 

He shook his head quickly. “No, you were fucking perfect, I just don’t want to cum yet.”

She looked at him, eyes all doe-like and lips sticky with his slick. Cocking her head to the side, “Why not?” 

He moved his hands to her shoulders. “Let me take care of you, I wanna make you feel good. You’ve been so good for me today. Such a sweet little thing. Let me take of my sweet girl.”

My sweet girl. Y/n felt her heart skip a beat.

She listened but pouted at his request. Sad his cum wasn’t down her throat. “Harryyy,” She whined. 

“What is it, Love, hmm?” But he knew full well what she was whining about. It had been apparent from the first night that Y/n loved his cum. She loved making him cum. In her mouth, on her tits, whatever he wanted. She often daydreamed of it in other places. Harry knew this.

She just continued to pout. “Enough whining. Be good f’me.” He ordered. “Let me take care of you. ”

Her face remained pouty but she spread her legs for him anyway and he yanked her pants down in one motion, she opened her legs for him widely and his hands stroked her thighs feeling the soft skin there. He motioned for her to take her shirt off as well. She threw it across the room.

He moved his hand up to her mouth tapping against her wet lips, he did that when he wanted her to suck on them.  She opened her mouth for his fingers making sure to swirl her tongue around them just to tease him a bit. He moved his eyes from her glistening pussy to her mouth and cheeky expression. He pulled them away. The popping noise made him smirk. 

“I don’t exactly need the help, you’re already dripping for me.” He teased, running his newly lubricated fingers against her puffy clit.

She moaned as her hips stuttered against his gentle hand. He laughed at her.

She wanted to be embarrassed but this being the millionth time Harry was between her legs she had given up hiding how wet he made her. Most mornings he wanted to start the day that way, right between her soft thighs pressing into his cheeks. 

“How could I not be, Harry? You drive me mad.” She replied her hands moving to his hair.

He smirked biting his lip. The heat of his breath made her squirm against him and his nose bumped her swollen clit. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss there. The taste of her was sweet and tangy on his tongue, and he was addicted. He began to lap up all the leaking arousal, making a filthy sound in his silent room. 

Her moans were soft and freely escaping her mouth, thighs squeezing against him as she tugged on his soft hair. She felt at complete ease underneath his harsh tongue. 

All her stress was melting away with his lick and suck, this was such a good outlet for her worries. She only thought of him. His mouth, his moans, and his prick.

“Harry,” She whimpered at the feel of his firm tongue. “Shit.” She breathed throwing her head back into his pillows, screwing her eyes shut. 

She felt his fingers glide up and down against her weeping hole until he finally slipped one inside. Feeling her clench against him firmly, he wished he was inside of her right now. Her velvety walls were so wet against his hand and he felt her dribble onto his hand as he began to speed up his thrusts. He added another finger.

His tongue didn’t stop suckling on her clit and curled his fingers against her, feeling the way her pussy stuttered against his fingers in an irregular clench. A telltale sign she was getting close to the brink of her orgasm.

“Jesus, Harry, how are you s’good at tha’? Think m’gonna cum soon.” She purred as her hips lifted up and her back arched off the bed.

He pulled his mouth back for a moment, his fingers speeding up and going deeper, as he rasped from wet lips. “S’okay Baby, cum for me, let go. Be good n’ cum f’me. I want it.”

She let out a mewling whine, tugging his hair harder. It was as if his words was the final thing she needed before she felt the start of her pleasure rise in her stomach.

He quickly moved his mouth back down and felt her puffy clit throb against his tongue and a drip of her slick fell down his chin as she let out a guttural cry.

A wave of bliss spasmed from her stomach to her stretched-out pussy, and she felt it pulsate over her entire body. Her eyes squeezed shut and she tugged his hair hard enough that he grunted against her.

“M’cumming! Fuck!” She felt lightheaded.

He pulled up for air, pumping his fingers quickly. “Good girl.” He praised breathily. Spent from working hard to make her cum.

When he felt her come down fully from the high of her climax he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. “Mmm. I love how you taste, Petal. Sweet.”

She let her thighs drop in fatigue and she lifted her hand to her sweating forehead. Her blissed expression made him grin.

“Fucking hell, Harry.” Her tummy clenched at his words.

Her hand grabbed his shoulder and he moved back on top of her pulling her into a chaste kiss. She could taste the tang of herself on his lips. His tongue slid against hers and he tasted of her. She moaned softly into his mouth. He pulled back, “You’re so beautiful.”

She bumped her nose into his. “Harry?”

He kissed her jaw, “Yeah, Love?”

“I want you inside of me. Please.” She sighed, pupils dilated. “I want to be close to you, Harry.”

“Are you sure?”

She mewled. “I want you so bad, Baby. Please.”

How could he say no to her? She was all sweet and whiny, and her naked in his bed. “Okay. I want that too.” 

He pecked her lips softly before pulling away. “Gimme one second.” 

He got up off the bed and moved over to his bedside table finding a box of matches and lighting the few candles he had there.

She giggled at him. “What are you doing?”

He just grinned, “Making it special, Lovie.” 

She felt her chest flutter and a big toothy grin made its way to her face. Harry knew that Y/n was more practical, he was the hopeless romantic out of the two of them. But he wanted to make Y/n feel special, he wanted to be sappy for her.

He got up again walking into his cupboard.

“What else are you up to back there?!” She said with a giggle. 

When he came back out he had a bag with something in it. It was hard for her to see because it was dark. She squinted trying to understand. 

“Hold on stay there.” He said nipping his lip, he grabbed a handful of contents from the bag. Before throwing them onto the bed around her.

She opened her eyes looking to her sides under the dim light, plucking one up in between her fingers. “Is that rose petals?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, scratching his neck nervously. “I know it’s cheesy, but I wanted you to feel special.”

She couldn’t believe he went to all that effort. 

“Anything else?” She prodded.

He smirked. “One more thing.” He pulled something out from behind his back. It was one of those cheap plastic roses and he put the stem in his teeth and raise his brows. 

She laughed loudly, gently pushing his shoulder. “You are so corny!”

He pulled the rose out of his mouth, offering it to her goofily, feigning a gentlemanly gesture. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being the first. I feel so lucky. It’s truly a privilege.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh shoosh.”

“I’m serious. I know it’s silly, but I feel grateful that I can be with you in this way. You’re my best friend. You’re very special to me.” He said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into the warmth of his palm.

“You’re my best friend, H. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my first. I trust you.”

He felt his heart swell and he moved back on top of her. His arms were straight beside her head. 

“Kiss me please.” She said breathily.

He moved his face closer, nose bumping into hers as he pecked her top lip. She met him in the kiss her hands glided over to his shoulders. Both their eyes fluttered shut. 

There was little urgency in their kiss, though Y/n felt herself ache for him but she felt no urge to rush him. Harry always liked to take his time. He used his free hand to slide down to her hip gently squeezing the flesh there. 

He started to scatter his kisses down along her jaw and nipped her ear. She sighed softly letting a moan slip in contentment. Her hands moved to his hair softly massaging his head. 

His kisses travelled further down to her neck and he sucked harshly against her nipping the soft skin, she hissed in pleasure and he licked back over the spot to soothe her. Her pretty sighs of contentment made him smile against her skin.

His lips grazed further down across her chest and he could hear the pounding of her heart. 

“Are y’nervous, Bun?” He asked, eyes looking up to meet hers.

She looked down at him. “A little but, I don’t need to be do I?”

“No, it’s just me.”

She smiled, moving a curl away from his forehead, “Just Harry.”

“Exactly, just me. But you know that if you wanna stop at any time you tell me. Or if it hurts, or for any reason just say it and I’ll stop. We can just cuddle, I won’t mind.” He replied. 

“I know, I will.” She said.

“Good girl.” He kissed her heaving chest as he moved further down lapping her nipple up into his mouth.

She squirmed her hips against the thigh that rested between her legs, he could feel how wet she was against his bare skin. “Ah,” She cried softly.

His free hand massaged the tit that wasn’t in his mouth softly. Her back arched into his touch. “Oh, Harry, you are so good at that. Fuck.”

He chuckled lightly moving back up to her face. “You ready?”

She nodded. “Mhmm.” 

He kissed her forehead in response, pulling off her.

“Where are you going?” She grabbed his arms. 

“To get a condom.”

“No, it’s okay,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” 

He felt his prick twitch at her words.

“Okay.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he moved his free hand down to grab ahold of himself. She felt the head of his cock pulsating against her sensitive clit. “M’ gonna go slow, okay?”

She nodded, her chest heaving into his. “Mmkay.” She breathed.

He dragged the tip down to her weeping hole, hissing at the contact of it.

“You okay?” She asked.

He pressed his forehead into hers. “Yeah, you?”

She nodded. 

That was enough reassurance for him to start to slip inside, his cock was so heavy in need. Even though he had gotten her more comfortable and stretched for him with his fingers it still stung as he pushed inside. 

Only the head of him was inside and she already felt so stretched. 

“S’big.” She muttered.

He was going very slowly, his eyes trained on her face, and the pinched expression she was sporting. Worried that it was too painful. Knowing he was rather large. 

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, and she squeezed back. “Keep going, please.” She said.

He nodded in reply, slowly pushing his hips further. She sighed in discomfort, feeling the veins of him against her. She clenched and he hissed. Pushing further, he felt his cock splitting her open.

He noticed her eyes were glassy and a tear slipped from her eye as she bit her lip.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked rushedly. 

She shook her head. “No, keep going, just stings a bit.” She tried to explain. 

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Mhm.”

He rocked forward and he felt him slip into her further. “M’nearly there, Love,” He soothed, kissing her temple.

When he rutted one final thrust his balls pressed against her ass. They both whimpered at the contact. 

Her eyes were dilated as she felt completely full of him. “Shit, Harry.” Her legs were wrapped around his lower back holding him close. 

“You’re so tight, fuck me,” He whined. She was clenching rythmically around his throbbing prick.

“You can move,” She knew that soon the pain would become pleasure, it would melt away soon, it was already beginning too.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, smelling her perfume and natural scent as he moans grew louder muffled by her shoulder. His thrusts began shallow and slow and she whined loudly. Her arms wrapped around the expanse of his back and she scratched along his shoulderblades.

He hissed at the pain, loving the sting.

“Harry,” She cried out when he started to speed up into her, ramming against her sensitive spongey spot that made her lose her mind, he was the only one who could reach that deep inside of her. She felt him all the way in her stomach. She was already sensitive from her previous orgasm and was keening at the feeling of his slow needy rutting.

He whined at the feel of her clamping down on him. “Fuck, Y/n.”

The pain had subsided to pleasure, the sting hardly noticeable now. She squeezed his shoulder, “Feels good, H.”

He started to speed up now, pounding into her at a ruthless speeed. “Shit, Baby, feel s’good on m’cock.”

He was needily moving into her, as his head remained buried by her neck breathing in the delicious sent of her. It had been a long time since he’d had sex and since he had only been with Y/n for these few months now he’d only had blowies or handjobs, which were great don’t get him wrong, but nothing and I mean nothing compared to her wet tight pussy. God, he’d dreamed of it. Nights and nights he’d lay awake dreaming of it. Dreamed of burying himself in there deeply, and the little sounds it would make.

He knew the right thing to do was to wait, and he was so glad he did. But it meant he was worried he might cum inside her already, the tension building all this time meant he was so pent up. He just wanted to release all his sexual frustrations from these past few months. She was so perfect against his cock, like it was made to wrap around him. 

“Like this pussy was made for me.” He rambled.

“I can feel you in my tummy, H.” She whined shutting her eyes, and he pulled up from her should moving his hand to press onto the now bulging flesh of her tummy. With each pump he felt her clench against his prick and saw the faint bulge of his cock. He could feel himself with each thrust, as they both moaned.

He moved that hand from her tummy down lower to her swollen clit that was begging for attention. Rubbing harsh circles and her hips twitched. “Oh god, Harry,”

He wanted to feel her cum on his cock, he was desprate for the feeling, he could already tell she was getting closer to the brink from the stimulation on her puffy senstive clit and his thick prick pounding into her. The clamping of her pussy was growing irregular and when his thrusts went particularly deep inside of her, her eyes rolled back.

She felt euphoric, this white blistering hot feeling was shooting through her from head to toe. 

She was honestly surprised how good he made her feel, when she was younger and all her friends were losing their virginities they told her it hurt and that it was awkward. Or that they didn’t cum, and there was no foreplay. She had expected that Harry would know what he was doing, but even that didn’t live up to this moment. She had also known that it may not be as pleasurable until later on but she was feeling like she was on cloud fucking nine.

“You’re so pretty, such a pretty little thing.” He mumbled as he placed some kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.

She mewled her back arching into him. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered with a slight disbeleif in her eyes, “think you’re gonna make me cum, Baby.” 

He watched her with a sultry grin, as her eyes screwed shut and the hands that were on his back started to scratch along the tan flesh once again much sharper. “Don’t stop,” She panted. 

“Such a good girl f’me. Y’gonna come on my cock?” He asked teasingly, with a pant.

She could only whine in response, biting her lip at the intensity. 

“Atta’ girl. Be a good girl and cum on m’cock.” He praised. 

She started to shake, the feeling of his fingers still on her clit was pushing her to her orgasm. Her tummy clenched and she couldn’t contain her hips from squirming up into his. This intense wave of bliss rushed through her as waves of pleasure melted from her chest to her stomach all the way down to her throbbing pussy that was wrapped around him. 

Her heart was thumping in her chest as her entire body twitched in delight and climax. His prick never stopped it's pounding as he let her orgasm ride out. It was longer than the first one and like nothing she had ever felt before. She’d only dreamt of this kind of pleasure and usually Harry was the one giving it too her. She felt like it was an out of body experience, her head became lightheaded and stars appeared in her vision. She hadn’t even heard her self crying out, until she came back too. 

He slowed down to allow her a moment to catch her breath. Her pussy felt so senstive that even these more gentle and tame strokes had her basically sobbing with pleasure. 

“I’m close, Sweet girl,” He hissed and he began to speed up once more now his thrusts were sloppy and an uneven rhythm. Her orgasm had made him lose any last bit of control he had.

She could barely speak she was so spent. “Please,” She didn’t know what exactly she was begging for.

He pushed his lips into hers and trapped her in a kiss, her hands found their way into his thick hair which was coated in a light dampness from sweat. She moaned against them and he was whimpering into her swollen lips. He pulled his lips off hers for a moment as he whimpered a desprate, “Gonna’ cum.”

She managed to breath out a soft, “Cum for me Harry,”

The delicacy of her voice made him lose it and he felt his cock twitch in release, hot spurts of his cum shot up inside her and she felt him fill her up completely. He whimpered the most despratelty she’d ever heard and his head fell into her neck. “Fuck,” He breathed. 

Her pussy was still clenched around him tightly. “That was…wow.”

She giggled. “That was perfect.”

He lifted up from her shoulder and captured her lips into a kiss. It was long and tender and much softer than then the urgent act they’d just comitted. He itched to say it, those three words, but all that came out was. 

“You’re gorgeous, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Harry,”

He kissed her forehead. “Come on, let's clean you up.”

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Joyous Nightmares - Part 1

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: A year after surviving the Second Wizarding War, Severus Snape begins to have joyous nightmares where he dreams of having a wife and a daughter. These dreams bring him nightmares because he doesn't believe that he'll ever get married or have a family of his own. So what happens when the wife in his dreams is revealed to be you?

Warning: Nothing heavy, but there are some mentions of death. Angst and nightmares are also featured.  This is my first fanfiction for Harry Potter. I hope you enjoy it!

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Severus has had nightmares for as long as he can remember. As a child, he dreamt of his parents arguing and his father hitting him when drunk. Then his nightmares focused mainly on his rejection from Lily, and Potter and Black bullying him. Sometimes they would trip him in the hall, causing his trousers to fall off, and other times Potter would make him kiss the ground and eat the dirt while Lily watched. As he grew older, he dreamt of Lily’s death. After the Second Wizarding War, he relived his near-fatal attack by Nagini almost every night. But about a year after the war ends, Severus starts to have nightmares about a much different topic. 

Severus is sitting on his bed when he hears crying. He walks down a hall in a house, one that looks much different than the one in Spinner’s End, to the source of the crying: a baby. He opens the door at the end of the hall and sees a small infant flailing around the crib. Gingerly lifting the baby from the bed, he cradles the baby in his arm and places their head on his shoulder. He doesn’t know why or how, but he knows that the baby is a girl and that she’s his daughter. He gently bounces her up and down and sits in a rocking chair. 

“Hush now. Daddy is here,” he whispers and kisses her forehead. “You have nothing to fear. I will always protect you.” He holds the little girl closer to him, and soon she falls asleep in his arms. 

Severus wakes up in his bed in his private chamber at Hogwarts. Although he has dreamt of much more horrific, much more gruesome things, this dream leaves him feeling immensely worse. He has been bullied and seen death in the real world, so seeing it in his mind’s eye at night is no different than experiencing it. But dreaming of cradling his own tiny baby girl? That leaves him with a gaping hole in his heart, a hole he cannot mend because he will never have a family. Pathetic, greasy-haired Severus, forever condemned to loneliness. 

He pulls the covers back up his chest, turns on his side, and closes his eyes. No matter how much he tosses and turns that night, he can't fall asleep until dawn. 

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Several nights later, Severus has a similar dream. 

He’s back in the same house. With a quick peek through the window, he can tell that this house is in the countryside with its green, sprawling valley. Severus turns to the little girl in the highchair, who is now eight or nine months old. He dips a spoon into a jar of baby food and tries to feed it to his daughter, who purses her lips and turns her head.

“Do not be picky. This is delicious,” he says and puts the spoonful of baby food into his mouth. No, he was lying about the delicious part. “Perhaps it does not taste good, but it is good for you. My Half-Blood Princess must grow to be healthy and strong.”

Even though his daughter giggles at her nickname, she still refuses to eat the food. “Fine. I did not want to fall into temptation, but you are forcing me.”

Severus takes a small cauldron from the cupboard, which is no bigger than a large bowl. He puts the jar of baby food and spoon into the cauldron and uses his wand to make steam rise from the cauldron. He swirls his wand over the cauldron, pretending to stir it, and casts a fake spell of gibberish words. 

Severus’s daughter breaks into a giggling fit and bounces up and down in her high seat. Severus can’t help but smile and laugh at her joy. He uses his wand to lift a spoonful of baby food from the cauldron and towards the little girl, who finally opens her mouth and eats. 

He never thought himself much of a fatherly figure, but these joyous nightmares have made him realize how desperately he wishes to have a family of his own. Every time he visits Hogsmeade, he stares at the small children accompanying their parents at shops or playing in the playground. Even though he doesn’t show much love to the people around him, he somehow knows that he would shower his own child with love and affection. 

Severus decides not to go back to sleep. There are two hours until he must make his way to the Great Hall and he still has essays to grade. Anything to get his mind off the baby, though a small cauldron in the corner of his room ensures that the hole in his heart remains open.

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Over the next few months, Severus has dreams about his child almost every night. In every dream, he watches her grow up, even if it’s by a month or two. Nothing particularly profound happens; they merely participate in average daily activities. Once he dreams that she plays with a toy wand set that emits tiny colorful sparks. Another time she sits on his lap as he reads to her and wrestles his hair from her tiny fingers. That one makes him feel especially pained as he’s always felt insecure about his hair, and he can’t imagine a baby happily playing with it. 

After a particularly hard day of disciplining dunderheads and spilled potions, another person joins his dreams. 

Muggle baby strollers are quite the invention, Severus thinks as he pushes his sleeping daughter around the main square of the nearest town. Stores here display all types of clothes, as well as chocolate boxes and snack bags; however, he doesn’t see anything suitable for his wife’s birthday. 

Finally, Severus spots a beautiful dark green pendant through a jewelry shop’s window. An idea pops into his mind about how he can transform this simple Muggle pendant into something enchanting for his wife.

He buys it, then spends the rest of the day locked in his study working on magically connecting the pendant and a journal. He charms the pendant to heat up and display messages Severus writes in the journal. This way, Severus can send short messages to his wife no matter where he is. “I love you,” he writes in the journal and watches it slowly appear on the green gem. 

“What do you think?” he asks his daughter when he enters the living room. She giggles and grasps the chain of the necklace, which Severus takes as a yes.

“One day, I will give you one of your own, my Half-Blood Princess.”

A wife. A wife whom he loves. A wife that loves him, too, even if he has no proof to support his theory. A wife who he loves enough to have a baby with. A wife who he knows he will never have. 

Since he started having these joyous nightmares, he has recognized that the existence of a wife would appear at some point. Though when she finally does, he’s caught off guard. He thought that as an adult, he would finally grow out of the nervous, insecure person he was as a child. But he’s thought wrong; a fist squeezes his heart as he thinks about how lonely and unlovable he is. His hand wanders to the pillow on the other side of the bed as he imagines a wife lying beside him. He wishes that he could hold her, kiss her, and love her. But who would ever be attracted to his oily hair and sallow skin, or not be appalled by his deeds as he served the Dark Lord? 

Tears have threatened to spill after waking from his past dreams. This time, though, the tears overtake him and sobs wrack his body. 

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Steps sound from around the corner. Severus prepares to berate the student he catches, but he stops short when he spots you. “Hi Severus, you can go to bed. It’s my night to patrol the corridors, remember?” 

Severus doesn’t have many friends at Hogwarts, or anywhere for that matter. But out of the few people he can rely on, you are one of them. You frequently eat lunch with him and sit beside him for meals. You’re always there for him to talk to, though you aren’t pushy. He appreciates you more than you likely appreciate him.  

“I know,” he says a little too harshly. “I thought I should help since I could not sleep.” Do not want to sleep is more like it, he thinks. 

You don’t take offense to his harsh tone. “That’s nice of you. Are you having nightmares, perhaps? Are the ghosts in your dreams giving you too much grief?” You give him a gentle smile and Severus feels a warmth spreading over his body. 

“I consumed too much caffeine,” he lies. 

“Don’t I know the dangers of drinking too much tea before I go to bed.” 

You two patrol the corridors as he listens to your stories of catching students out of bed and making fools of themselves in class. He rather enjoys being in your presence, a warm welcome from his joyous nightmares. 

It seems too soon when your patrol is over and you head in different directions to return to your chambers. Determined not to fall asleep, Severus spends the rest of his time until breakfast grading essays. He has never physically seen his dream wife; he only writes to her or prepares dinner or breakfast for her. Unfortunately, his eyes feel too heavy and he eventually succumbs to sleep. 

It’s a beautiful day and Severus chases after his daughter, who runs through the valley outside their house. He finally catches up with her when she drops to the ground, picking at something. “I got you!” he yells after he grabs his daughter and lifts her into his arms. 

“Daddy!” she giggles and presents him with the flowers she has picked. “For you!”

He takes the bundle from her dirt-stained hands and smiles down at her. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He places her back down on the ground and kneels beside her. “How about you pick some for Mummy?”

“Okay!” His daughter runs around a little more until she picks the largest flowers in the valley and gives them to her dad for safekeeping. He lifts her back into his arms and walks towards the house. 

In the distance, he can see a woman by their house. He knows that it’s his wife, but the light from the setting sun and the shadow from the house blocks him from seeing her features. Severus uses one of his hands to shield his eyes from the sun glaring into his eyes and tells his daughter, “Wave to Mummy!”

Severus checks the time and jumps to his feet. He strains to discern the identity of his dream wife based on his memories of the dream but to no avail. He arrives at the Great Hall, takes his seat beside you at the High Table, and attempts to compose himself as he digs into his food. Why are you living under the delusion that this dream woman is a real person? Severus tells himself in his mind. If you ever see what she looks like, she will be an imaginary woman who only lives in your head. 

For a split second, Severus peeks at you from the corner of his eyes and imagines you as his wife blinded by the light from the sun. Deciding that it’s a dangerous path to take, he snaps out of it and goes back to nibbling his toast. 

You catch him looking at you and you ask, “Are you alright, Severus? You look like you didn’t get any sleep!” Oddly, he enjoys the concern in your voice and the furrowing of your brows. 

“I am fine,” he brushes off, but you’ve already poured him coffee and waved your wand at it. 

“Take this. It should get you through the rest of the day.” Severus grunts thanks and takes a sip. Normally, coffee makes him feel shaky and nervous as he unwittingly recalls his joyous nightmares. This coffee tastes different; it's sweet and makes him feel like he will stay awake and alert for the rest of the day. 

You talk to each other about your plans for the day until you finish your food and stand from your seat. “I’ll see you later!” you call from behind. For some indiscernible reason, Severus is looking forward to that. 

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“Until I Found You”

Word Count: 11.2k

*TW: A previous 'yes' turning into a 'no' in terms of sex (the sex is not actually happening when this occurs), and a bit of forceful grabbing.*

(Part three of “Georgia”)

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As the sun peeked through the curtains the next morning, Georgia stirred - going to stretch until she felt her limbs knock into a hard surface. She grunted softly as her eyes fluttered open, and they immediately widened when her sight was met with a muscular chest with swallows inked across the collarbone. It was then that her head began to ache, and she let out a groan while pressing her palm to her forehead - eyes squeezing shut as if that would help dull the pain.

Knowing that medication was needed for this headache sooner rather than later, Georgia skillfully wiggled her way out of bed without disturbing Harry, and she started down the steps with the kitchen as her destination. She stepped into the room, and she started searching the cupboards for a couple of glasses. Once she located them, she got both her and Harry a glass of water, and scarfed down a piece of bread to help absorb the alcohol still in her system, before heading back up the stairs.

She set a glass of water down on each nightstand, and then she quietly made her way into his ensuite to search the medicine cabinet she had seen last night for some ibuprofen. Sighing happily once she located the bottle, she placed two of them in her hand before easing back into the bedroom.

Sitting on the side of the bed she slept on, Georgia popped the two pills into her mouth as she grabbed her glass of water - quickly bringing it to her lips to wash the tablets down. She grimaced at the roll of her stomach once the water hit it, and she shook her head. It had been a really long time since she had allowed herself to consume that much alcohol, but she couldn't deny that she had a good time with Harry last night.

Georgia laid back down on the bed pulling the covers back over herself as she snuggled closer to Harry once again. She felt slightly creepy, but she couldn't help but to admire him as he slept. He was truly the most beautiful man, and maybe even human, that she had set her eyes on. She knew her emotions towards his appearance also stemmed from his personality, and how gentle he was towards her. Some women may turn their nose up at how tender Harry could be. They could see it as him treating them as something fragile, even though they weren't, but Georgia didn't see it that way in the slightest.

Harry respected her, and she knew that he was gentle with her because he was just a gentle human overall. She had never met a man that was interested in her, or treated her in such a way, but the more she was around him, the more she grew to love it.

Slowly lifting her hand, Georgia grazed her palm against one of his defined pecs - bottom lip captured between her teeth. She could lay here all day and stare at him. She could take in the sculpted features of his face, and then the defined muscles that adorned his body. Her thighs clenched as her eyes dropped to the waistband of the joggers that hung on his hips. The leaves of his fern tattoos peeked right over the edge of the material, and all of a sudden she was thrown back to a hazy memory from the night before.

She had practically whined about the fact that Harry didn't want to have sex with her last night.

Her stomach sank as she shut her eyes, shaking her head at herself. How could she have been so stupid? They were both intoxicated, and she understood why he didn't want to escalate things any further. Part of her just wanted to leave - to collect her things and order an Uber to take her back to her place so that she wouldn't have to face Harry.

That plan wasn't an option anymore when she felt him stirring beneath her palm, and she looked up to see his eyes fluttering open. She watched as his eyes searched around the room for a second before it seemed he realized there was a body pressed against his. Looking down, Harry's eyebrows raised to his forehead for just a second, and then they settled - a small smile gracing his lips.

"Good morning, sweet Georgia," his voice crooned as he wrapped his arm around her waist so he could place his hand on her lower back. He pressed her body closer to his, nuzzling his face into this side of her neck. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well, thank you," Georgia breathed, trying to will away those feelings of doubt she was having. She brought her other hand up to rest against the back of his neck - fingertips dancing along the curls that barely hung there. "I've only been up for a few minutes. How about you?"

"So well next to you," Harry's lips pressed against her jawline for just a moment before he pulled back to look down into Georgia's eyes. "You feeling okay?"

"Definitely hungover," she laughed. "Took some medicine though, and I hope you don't mind that I inhaled a slice of bread in your kitchen to try and make me feel a little better."

"Honey, you could've had anything you wanted down there. I can make us a proper breakfast if you'd like. I'm not feeling too poorly."

Harry's large hand ran up and down Georgia's back, and she shuddered at the feeling - goosebumps covering her skin.

"Maybe in a moment," she whispered. "I'd like to lay for a little while longer. I brought you some water, by the way."

As much as he hated to, Harry untangled himself from Georgia to reach over to his nightstand so he could grab the water. He was definitely parched from the alcohol last night, and a glass of cold water sounded absolutely amazing. He sat up - downing half the glass in one go before setting it back on the nightstand.

"If I had done that, I would've been sick," Georgia giggled as Harry laid back down next to her, pulling her just as close as he had before.

Harry's face soon found its way into her hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, causing her to sigh and move even closer.

"I remember last night, Harry, and I need to thank you, but I also need to apologize for the way that I acted," she starts, hand running up and down his side as she does so. "Thank you for stopping anything from happening, but I'm so sorry for being that way towards you - it was inappropriate."

"Georgia," Harry chuckled, surprising her a bit, and he pulled his head up to look down at her. "Do you remember what my answer to you was?"

Georgia nibbled on her bottom lip for a minute, trying to think of what he had said other than not wanting things to go further, but she couldn't. She shook her head with a shy grin before Harry continued.

"I told you that if things were different, and had we both been sober, I would've let you have your way with me. I feel the same way as you, sweetheart."

With her heart pounding against her chest, Georgia's plump lips parted as she stared up at Harry - completely dumbfounded by his admission. She knew that he was different from other men before, but having him say that he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him had her completely thrown.

"I...I don't know if I really am ready, Harry," she whispered, feeling a bit ashamed as she dropped her forehead against his chest. "And I know that I feel comfortable around you, and I hope I'm not hurting your feelings - I just think I do need more time before taking that step."

Her mind was flashing back to that bastard of a man who had made her believe he was in love with her just to leave her high and dry as he went back to his wife. Deep down, she really knew that Harry would never do that to her, but she also couldn't bring herself to give herself over so quickly again.

"You're not hurting my feelings at all," Harry shook his head at her words, lifting a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Georgia's ear. "I'll wait until you're ready, and if you're never ready, then that's okay too."

Georgia nuzzled her face into Harry's palm as he cupped her cheek, and she puckered her lips to press her lips against the heel of it. "Thank you. You're so understanding. I wish there were more people in the world like you."

She meant what she said honestly. The world needed more people like Harry. Little did she know that Harry also thought the world needed more people like Georgia, but he felt a bit silly about saying it outloud. His reasons as to why would absolutely come out as a confession about how he was truly feeling about her, and he didn't want to scare her off.

"Come on, honey," Harry leaned down to gently press his lips against her forehead. "Let's head downstairs, and I'll get to work on breakfast."

Grabbing their glasses of water, the couple made their way down the steps, and Georgia perched herself onto one of the tall bar stools on the other side of his high counter. She watched as Harry moved around his kitchen with ease, and she found herself in a daze as she began to watch him cook. No man had ever cooked for her before, and she knew that this was just breakfast, but it still meant a lot to her.

"You seem to really know what you're doing," she laughed, pulling her legs up onto the bar stool to sit with her legs criss-cross.

Harry turned to look over his shoulder at her with a boyish grin - one that made her warmth swirl in her stomach. He shrugged in response as he focused back on the eggs he was currently cooking on the stove.

"I used to help my dad in the kitchen a lot when I was younger, and then it just kind of stuck with me," he explained, holding his hand over the griddle on the counter to make sure it was heated properly before putting some strips of bacon on it. "I enjoy cooking, and most of the time I'm only doing it for myself, so I always like when I'm able to cook for someone else as well."

"I get that. I'm only ever cooking for myself as well - can't remember the last time it wasn't just me."

Harry frowned softly at Georgia's words, his back still to her as kept his eyes on the eggs cooking in the pan in front of him. He wondered if she was more lonely than she led on, but he would never try to push her, or invade her privacy in such a way to find out.

He moved over to the fridge to grab some containers of fresh fruit he had picked up at the market recently, pulling a knife and cutting board out as well. Heading over to the sink, he cleaned the fruit off thoroughly before beginning to cut them up so they could accompany the meal he was preparing.

"Can I ask you a question?" Georgia spoke up after clearing her throat, hands wrapped around one of her ankles as she moved them back and forth, fidgeting due to her slight anxiousness.

"Of course," Harry responded, not looking up from the fruit as he continued his work.

"Have you ever done something like this before? Like...with someone like me?"

Harry's movements ceased when he processed her words, and he stared at the wall ahead of him as he let them sink in. He could hear the insecurity in her voice - the first time he felt like he had ever picked up on it when it came to her.

"You mean like a dancer?" Harry finally answered as he looked back over his shoulder at her.

Georgia nodded, swallowing harshly as she waited for his answer. She knew that Harry was a very sweet and selfless individual, and to be honest, it wouldn't surprise her if he had been this way with a woman like her before.

"No, I haven't," he shook his head, holding her eyes so that she knew he was being truthful before turning back to the fruit. "I told you the truth the first time we properly met. I hadn't gone to any clubs like yours until I got here - when I saw you."

It became silent between the two of them, the only noise being the bacon sizzling on the griddle, and the knife hitting the cutting board as Harry continued to prepare their fruit. Soon the fruit was finished, and Harry kept his eyes down as he placed the bowl in front of Georgia to snack on as he finished up the rest of their meal.

Georgia could've smacked herself for how insensitive she was towards Harry. She knew it was her insecurity, because the closer she got to him, the more that seemed to rise.

"I actually haven't done this with anyone in a long time," Harry spoke after a while as Georgia slowly chewed the piece of strawberry she had in her mouth. "Probably an embarrassing amount of time."

As the beautiful tattooed man continued to move around the kitchen, Georgia slowly, and quietly, made her way off the bar stool. Harry stood at the stove, watching over the eggs that were just about finished as she wrapped her arms around his waist - both hands pressed firmly against his chest. "You deserve to feel appreciated, Harry. You deserve to feel wanted."

His eyes slipped shut for a moment, treasuring the touch that was his sweet Georgia, as both his hands trailed up. His palms pressed against the back of her hands - thumbs caressing her skin. "As do you."

Harry so desperately wanted to call her by her real name when speaking to her like this. He wanted her to know that he meant it.

Georgia's forehead was pressed between Harry's shoulder blades as she contemplated his words. She hadn't felt truly worthy of being appreciated since her grandparents. She had almost felt it again once, but the ending to that story haunted her more than she liked to admit.

"No," she whispered, the tears stinging in her eyes. "Not on the same level as you."

Harry's heart clenched hearing the venomous words leave Georgia's mouth. Both the bacon and eggs were done, so he cut the heat off the stove, and the griddle, before turning around. His large hands captured her face, her jaw resting in his palms.

"I don't ever want to hear you say that again," he nudged his nose against hers, eyes still on her face as her own slipped shut. "You are so worthy of everything, sweet Georgia. I'm pathetic for you."

"Harry-"

"I meant it when I said you have no idea what you do to me."

Georgia shuddered out a breath, licking over her bottom lip. "And I meant it when I said I don't think you had any idea what you do to me either, Harry babe."

Harry's eyes shut as he rested his forehead against Georgia's - the pads of his thumbs dancing over her cheekbones. He wanted to come completely clean, and tell her just how much she had invaded his mind since the moment he laid eyes on her, but he was terrified of her rejection. He was scared that all of this maybe didn't mean as much as her that it did to him, and that he had maybe read into everything a little too much.

"Sit back down, sweetheart, I'll make us each a plate," he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before pulling away, turning his back to her as he began to get their breakfast together.

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It was now Friday night at Fortune, and Georgia truly felt on top of the world. Harry had come to see her on Tuesday as he usually did, and their time together in her backroom consisted of soft kissing, gentle caressing and a lot of giggling on Georgia's part. She felt even more drawn to Harry now than she ever had before after the event on Saturday, and how he treated her on Sunday morning.

As scared as she was at how fast her feelings for Harry seemed to be growing, it was also exciting for her. No man had ever put in the effort like this with her before, and before he dropped her off at her place Sunday morning, they actually exchanged numbers.

They hadn't been texting too much, but on Tuesday, and earlier today, he had texted to confirm with her that he'd be at Fortune to watch her perform. He also texted Tuesday night that he has really enjoyed their time together, and that he couldn't wait to see her again on Friday - tonight.

"Georgia," Cass called her name, and she looked at him through her vanity mirror. She was touching up her makeup before starting her second set, and she smiled wide at the gentleman behind her.

"Hi Cass, everything okay?"

"There's a client who's requested you for your back room tonight, a couple clients throughout the night actually, and I'd like it if you make sure they get tended to."

The lipstick in Georgia's hand almost fell down onto her vanity when she fully processed Cass' words. "Oh, well, it's Friday, and usually I have that one client that comes in. I'm sure he'd very disappointed to-"

"I know who you're referring to. You're talking about Harry," Cass walked forward and placed his hands on Georgia's shoulders. "But I'm going to need you to take a night off from him. When he comes, he takes up your whole night when I could be having at least five or six other men in there for you. If that continues to be an issue, Georgia, then I'll have to ask him not to come in anymore. It doesn't look good for my business."

"No," Georgia shook her head, holding Cass' eyes in the mirror. "It won't be an issue, I promise. I'll try to be better about splitting up my time."

Cass walked around her chair to face her, lightly pinching Georgia's cheek as she stared up at him. "That's all I ask."

Once he had walked away, Georgia gave herself a few seconds to calm down before reaching into her bag. She located her phone, quickly going to her text thread with Harry. She typed as fast as possible considering some of the girls were joining her at their own vanities, and the last thing she needed was one of them running back to Cass to tell on her.

To: Harry 9:37 pm "Hi, Harry, I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to join you in my backroom tonight. If you do end up still coming, it's probably best if you choose another girl to be in the presence of. My boss is getting a little frustrated with me that I spend so much time with you in there, and he threatened not to let you in anymore. I'm sorry, I was really looking forward to spending more time with you this evening."

The possibility of Harry not being able to come see Georgia at Fortune anymore frightened her a bit. He had become such a safe space for her, and she hadn't truly realized that until this very moment. It wasn't that she disliked her job, but being able to turn off the fake accent, and her exaggerated charm every now and then was a relief.

Little did Georgia know that Harry had already arrived at the club for the night. He was currently standing at the bar, drinking his usual, when he felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his dress pants. Licking over his bottom lip, he retrieved the phone, and at first he smiled when he saw it was Georgia that was texting him. That was until he actually read her message, and he felt his heart sink.

Part of him had to wonder if this was just some ploy to have her separate herself from him. Was she no longer interested in continuing what they had? They never labeled anything, and Harry was okay with that, but now he wondered if he really did fall in too deep. It gutted him to think that he never got to be truly open with her about how he much he cared for her, but if the feeling he had right now was true, then maybe that was for the best.

It was only a few minutes later when he heard Georgia's music starting, and he looked on stage to see the beautiful woman that he had come to cherish so deeply. She made her way to the middle of the stage - her hands resting on her hips as she looked out in front of her. Harry thought maybe he was seeing things when he saw her smile falter once she met his eyes, and it wasn't until he had moved to sit at a table just a little closer to the stage that he could see what looked like worry behind her own eyes.

He came to the conclusion quickly that something was wrong with Georgia. His sweet Georgia.

Georgia practically stumbled off the stage when her set was over, and was fighting the tears that began to burn in her eyes. She could see the pained look on Harry's face when she had finally laid her sights on him, and it ruined her to know that she was the one that was causing it. Her hands were shaking as she quickly changed into her set of lingerie for her backroom, and she sat back down at her vanity to fix her makeup that was threatening to run. She took the time to pin her hair back with a few small clips she had, but still allowed for the majority of her hair to fall down her back - the shorter layers framing around her face.

It wasn't until Harry was back at the bar, ordering his second drink for the night when Cass approached him - Sapphire just starting up her second set of the night. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Georgia stepping out from the backstage area, and it was everything he could do not to race over to her, and to gather her in his arms.

"Harry, good to see you again," Cass said as he leaned against the bar beside him. He was observing him, and Harry could easily tell. "I apologize, but Georgia is all booked up for the evening. I'm hoping I could interest you in one of the other girls instead?"

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked down at his shoes. This felt wrong. He knew that there wasn't a true relationship happening between him and Georgia, but that didn't mean that his feelings weren't true.

"Uhm, yeah," Harry cleared his throat as he looked back over to Cass with a nod. "That would be nice, thank you."

"Oh wonderful!" Cass clapped his hands togethers, lifting a finger to the bartender as they brought over Harry's fresh drink. "Don't add that one to his tab, please. It's on the house."

Harry sipped at his cocktail as he looked towards the stage, seeing that Sapphire was just getting into the grit of her current number. He could see Cass smirking at him, and the man leaned over to nudge Harry's arm.

"What about Sapphire? She gets almost the same reviews as Georgia, but I've heard she puts out a little more without you having to ask."

This was the first time that Harry had ever felt a certain type of way towards Cass, and now he was wondering if both he, and Georgia, had misinterpreted his true character. A feeling of disgust swirled in Harry's stomach as he gripped tighter to the glass in his hand, but he played along, for Georgia's sake. At this point, he wasn't sure if something bad could happen to her if they didn't go along with what Cass wanted.

"Sure, that's fine," Harry took another large sip from his drink, and Cass slapped a hand down over his shoulder.

"I'll make sure she comes to you right away after her other two dances she has booked," Cass and Harry exchanged the necessary amount for the booking, and Cass began to lead him away from the bar. "Let's go."

As Cass was getting Harry all set up in to wait outside of Sapphire's room, Georgia was just finishing up with her first client of the night. Thankfully this was a man she knew, one who came in every time he was in town on business, and she didn't mind him all too much. He was respectful, and he could always gauge her mood pretty well. She thinks this is why he didn't ask her to strip for him like usual, and she was more than grateful for that.

It wasn't until the song ended that Georgia realized her time with the current man in her room was up, and she watched as he gathered his things. As he went to walk out, he stopped next to her - hesitantly lifting his hand before placing it on her shoulder. "I hope you're okay, Georgia. I've never seen you look this upset before, and I hope you're taking care of yourself."

Once the door shut, Georgia's bottom lip started to wobble. She still had three more dances booked for the room tonight, and the last thing she wanted was to see them through, but she knew she had to.

Her mind wasn't in any of her dances tonight. All she could think about was Harry, and who he chose to go into a room with. Did he watch them the way that he does her? Did he ask them not to dance, or to strip, and just to sit and talk - just like they do?

The rest of the evening was a blur to both Harry and Georgia. Harry had kept his eyes on the floor almost the entire time that Sapphire had danced for him, and when she offered to strip, he quickly declined. Sapphire had tried not to feel offended with the way Harry avoided looking at her at all costs, but it wasn't the strangest encounter she'd had before.

As Georgia started to gather her things up for the evening, Cass approached her much like he had earlier. "There's someone requesting your presence over at the hotel this evening," he stated, tucking his hands into his front pockets.

Georgia's movements stopped as she processed what Cass said, and she stared down at the items in her hands. "Okay," she whispered, knowing that this was her job, and she was already on thin ice when it came to Cass.

Part of her hoped that it was Harry, and that this was maybe his way of working around the backroom issue, but she knew she couldn't get too set on that. If it wasn't him, all she would be was disappointed.

Georgia finished packing up her things, and she stepped out from the backstage area just as Harry and Sapphire were heading out of the hallway that led to the backrooms. It was like there was a magnet, and they looked at each other at the same time. Georgia felt just like she did at the event she had gone to with Harry, her jealousy coming right back around, but tonight, it was ten times worse. As they walked past her, Georgia went to speak up, just to say anything to Harry, but she felt a hand on her lower back.

She looked up to see Cass smiling down at her, and it was then she saw another man standing behind him. "Georgia, this was the gentleman I was telling you about. He'd like to walk you over to the hotel with him, if that's okay."

Harry stopped in his tracks when he heard the words that left Cass' mouth, and he felt his heart ache in his chest. He knew this was her job. He needed to keep reminding himself of that, and he couldn't fault her.

It also took him a minute, but he realized it was the same man that had tried to book her the one night - the night Harry had ended up booking her instead.

"Sure, of course," Georgia nodded to try and keep her cover up in front of Cass as well as she could. "Lead the way."

As Georgia began to head out of the club, her and Harry shared one more look - the longing evident in both of their eyes. She had to force herself to look away as sadness began to take over.

Once at the hotel, it became apparent pretty early on that this man wasn't like her Harry at all. He was very much to the point as to what he was expecting by having her here in the room. When he asked about kissing, Georgia made him aware of her rule - if he didn't want to kiss her, then they wouldn't kiss. It seemed that was something he was happy about as he didn't try to make any motions to kiss her at all.

It wasn't until Georgia was on the bed, naked and underneath him, when the reality of the situation was starting to really sink in. She figured the next time someone saw her naked, and the next time that she allowed someone to have her in this way, that it would be Harry. Unfortunately, that image was now tainted as she looked up at the face of a stranger as she felt his hands running down her sides.

"I'd like for you to suck me off before we fuck, is that okay?"

Georgia just nodded in response, flipping them over to where she was now on top of him. He was left only in his boxers, and her hands were shaky as she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of them. She blinked as she stared at his stomach before shaking her head.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't," she whispered, quickly moving off the bed to gather her undergarments and her dress.

"What?" The man asked, and she could see that he had propped himself up onto his elbows as he watched her walk around the room - as if she just couldn't wait to get away from him.

"I can't. I'm not in the right headspace this evening, and I've changed my mind. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I-"

A gasp left Georgia as she felt the man's hand coming up to grasp at her - cradling her elbow in his palm as his fingers dug into her skin. "I paid for you."

"And I'll make sure you get your money back," Georgia was now beginning to panic, and she tried to loosen his hold on her. "Cass is good about that, but I'm not doing this. Now let me go, please, you're starting to hurt me."

His grip slipped away from her, and she grabbed her bag before bolting out of the room. Barely holding it together, she pulled her phone and quickly ordered an Uber to Harry's neighborhood. She couldn't remember his exact house number, but she was familiar with the area, and she knew that she would know which house was his as soon as she saw it.

The Uber couldn't get to her fast enough, and she kept looking over her shoulder at the front doors of the hotel as she waited - scared that at any moment the man from upstairs was going to come outside and try to be rough with her again.

Once inside the car, she tapped the tips of her fingertips against the top of her knee. Her mind was everywhere at this point, and there was a nagging fear in the back of her mind that Harry may not even want to see her after what happened tonight. If that's what he wanted, then she would understand, although she would be highly devastated to know that what they had had come to an end.

The Uber dropped her off at the front of the neighborhood, and Georgia did her best to remember whether she needed to go left or right . Trusting her instinct, she went to the right, and it was only a few seconds later that she saw what she knew was Harry's house - the car he had driven her in twice now sitting in the driveway.

It was like she couldn't get to the door fast enough, practically tripping over her feet as she made her way up his stairs. She rang the doorbell with her heart pounding in her chest, and she hadn't even noticed the light in the foyer of his house was off until she saw it flicker on.

The door opened to reveal Harry dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top, his expression clearly showing surprise when he realized just who was at his door.

"I couldn't do it," Georgia choked out, tears that she didn't even know had formed beginning to streak down her cheeks. "I had to leave, Harry. I just couldn't do it..."

Harry's eyebrows narrowed with sympathy as he reached out to pull Georgia into his chest. Her bag dropped to the floor once he had her fully inside - making sure to shut and lock the door with one hand so he didn't lose any contact with her. Her petite hands grabbed at the back of his top, and one of his settled onto the back of her head - the other on her lower back.

"She didn't strip for me," Harry spoke up, pressing a kiss to Georgia's hairline. "She danced for me, and I hardly paid attention to her. I mostly looked at the ground the entire time, but I made sure to look up every now and then so I didn't seem suspicious. She asked me several times if I was sure that I didn't want her to strip for me, and I told her 'yes' every time."

Once they pulled apart, Harry's hands cradled Georgia's face in his hands. "I can't stop thinking about you, Georgia. You've taken up a permanent residency in mind - in my soul. I'm so drawn to you."

Georgia felt her knees go weak at the words Harry had spoken to her, and she lifted her hands to rest over the top of his. "I'm scared," she whispered, more tears streaming down her cheeks. "I...I can't get hurt again."

She knew that she hadn't opened up to Harry about her past experience, but it just kind of slipped out. It was the only thing holding her back from completely giving herself over to him.

Harry's heart clenched at both the hurt, and the fear that was etched across Georgia's face. He never pressed about her past, but he figured that someone he deeply hurt her in order for her to be so shaken up when it came to opening up to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he reassured her, the pads of his thumbs brushing underneath her eyes to wipe away her tears. "God, I can't fucking fathom having to go without seeing you. I want you, and I don't mean in just a sexual way. I just want all of you - every part."

When Georgia saw the glimmer that sparked in Harry's eyes, that was all it took for her to finally give in. There was something there she hadn't seen with him before, and it made her feel even more safe than she already had.

"Okay," she nodded, taking a step forward to close the slightest gap that was between them. "Then I'm yours."

In the blink of an eye, Harry's lips were against Georgia's, and she was almost sure that she had heard a whimper leaving him at the contact. The kiss was slow, and Harry gradually tilted her head back before letting his tongue roll into her mouth.

Her thighs clenched at the feeling of it tangling with her own - her hands dropping to grasp at the material of his tank top against his sides. Pressing her chest flush against Harry's, his fingers now threaded through the sides of her hair, and she not only felt, but also heard the pins she had put in it earlier dropping to the floor.

"Shit, sorry," Harry chuckled softly, but not disconnecting their lips, and Georgia shook her head.

Her tongue found his first this time, and she walked forward to start them towards the staircase that was behind Harry. He caught on quickly, and ran his hands down to the back of Georgia's thighs - giving them a squeeze. Taking this as a sign, she jumped, immediately crossing her ankles against the small of his back while her hands cupped the sides of his neck.

The pads of her thumbs ran along his jawline as he carefully maneuvered them up the stairs and towards his bedroom. It felt like déjà vu when Harry set Georgia down on the edge of his bed, and he broke all contact with her before he kneeled in front of her - bringing his hands back up to rest on her knees.

"Did you need to do anything? Freshen up or anything before-"

He wanted her to be as comfortable, but he couldn't stop the grin that broke out on his face when he saw her immediately shaking her head. "No, no, Harry," she reached out for him, gripping at his biceps. "I just want you. Need you, please."

Harry felt his prick throb against his thigh at her words, and this was the first time he was going to allow himself to give into that feeling around her. He never wanted to before so that he didn't disrespect her, but it was more than obvious that they both knew where this was leading tonight.

It had been a while since he had been in the bedroom like this with a woman, and he tried to push down his anxiousness as much as possible. He just wanted to please Georgia in every way because she deserved it.

"Okay," Harry stood, and he went to grab the bottom of his tank top, but Georgia soon mirrored him completely - both of them now standing at the foot of his bed.

"Can I?" Georgia ghosted her lips across Harry's as they held each other's eyes, and he gave her a nod.

It took an obscene amount of restraint for Harry to keep himself from gasping as Georgia's knuckles brushed against his lower stomach, and she began to mouth over his jawline as she started to lift the material from his abdomen. She only separated herself from him to pull the article of clothing off - her body pressing against his immediately just as before once it was discarded on the floor.

Harry ran his fingertips down the outside of Georgia's thighs, and she lifted her arms above her head without a second thought once his hands gripped the hem of her dress. It soon joined Harry's tank top beneath them, and once again, he led her to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Just like in his kitchen the other night, he was on his knees in front of her as he removed each of her strappy heels - tossing them to the side once finished. He massaged each of her feet in his hands for a few seconds, something he knew she enjoyed after working like she did tonight, before he raised up a bit to be face to face with her again.

"Let's move back on the bed a little," Harry offered as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Georgia's mouth.

Georgia nodded as she leaned back onto her elbows, and she started to crawl backwards towards the pillows against the headboard - Harry's body matching her movements, and hovering over her the entire time as she did so. Her whole body was jittery with the anticipation of what was to come.

"So beautiful," one of Harry's hands started its journey up Georgia's side, and he swallowed harshly before cupping a covered breast in his palm. He watched as Georgia's eyes slipped shut with her head tilting back into the pillows as he began to knead the supple flesh. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Georgia breathed, her hands now resting against his ribcage. "Please keep going. You can take it off completely, if you want. I...I want you to see me."

"Alright, sweetheart. You're already looking as gorgeous as can be - don't know how I'm going to survive this."

Georgia blushed at his compliment, and she gave his sides a squeeze. "You really don't know how attractive you are, do you, Harry? I don't know how I'm going to survive seeing you like this."

They both took a moment to laugh at their comments, the air feeling a bit lighter when filled with Georgia's giggles.

Harry's large hands ventured around to the middle of Georgia's back, and he began to undo the satin ribbon tie that was holding her peach colored bra to her body. He moved one hand back around to tug at the middle of it, and it was soon removed entirely from Georgia.

He couldn't help but still hold her eyes, and it wasn't until she gave him a nod that he looked down at her full, and freckled breasts. Her nipples were already growing hard due to them no longer being confined against the warm material, and Harry's mouth was instantly watering as he pictured getting his tongue on them.

"Stunning," Harry shook his head in disbelief, feeling like he was in a dream finally having his girl like this. "Most beautiful woman I've ever seen, sweet Georgia, I hope you know that. Is it okay if I touch?"

"Harry, you asking permission means so much to me, but I'm so comfortable with you right now. I know you're going to take your time, and I don't mind what you do. If anything does bother me, I'll tell you, okay?"

"Okay, but you have to promise me you'll tell me. No matter how small, whatever it is that may end up bothering you."

"I promise," Georgia lifted one of her feet, running the arch of it down one of his calves. "I just desperately need to feel your hands on me."

Harry had been with a few women who were a bit needy in the past, but never anything like this. She was practically begging for him, and that didn't happen a lot - whether it be hookups or relationships, although he wasn't too much of a hookup guy.

"Fuck, honey," Harry leaned down, cupping the underside of one of her breasts in his hands before giving it a squeeze. He kissed the skin around her nipple for just a few seconds before lapping at the hardened bud with his tongue.

Georgia gasped, hand latching into the back of Harry's curls. She could feel his cock twitching in his sweats against her thigh, and she moved ever so slightly to apply a bit of pressure - wanting to grant him a bit of relief.

Groaning against her skin, Harry moved his other hand to knead Georgia's other breast, and he smirked against her when felt her flexing her thigh against him every so often.

"Hold on a second," Harry reached one hand to readjust himself in both his sweats and briefs, but Georgia wrapped her hand around his wrist.

"Take your pants off."

Harry obeyed, leaving his briefs on, but still adjusting himself before he resumed his work on her previously unattended nipple. He reached down, and hitched her knees up by his hips, and Georgia moaned as she felt his bulge rubbing perfectly against her covered clit.

"O-oh, that's so good," she whimpered as Harry started a slow rhythm, making sure he moved against her in a way that fed him the most reactions. "You could make me come just from this."

"Really?" Harry kissed along her collarbone, nipping at it gently. His hands now grasped her hips, and he pulled her just a bit harder against him - aiding her in her movements.

"Yes," Georgia gripped to Harry's biceps, hiding her face in his neck as she already felt the brewing of an orgasm in her lower stomach. "Haven't been tended to like this in so long. 'S so nice, Harry."

After hearing her words, Harry knew he was going to make sure he had her coming this way before they progressed any further. He leaned his head back down to suck at one of her nipples again, and he could feel Georgia's thighs trembling against him.

"Your body is so beautiful, sweetheart. I can't wait to worship every part of you - let you see just how much you're worth. I want to give you all the pleasure in the world."

Georgia's head started to feel dizzy as Harry spoke. Although what he said wasn't downright filthy like a lot of women want when in bed with a man, she thinks that it had her turned on even more because she could tell that he meant it. It was like he wanted to cherish every bit of her, and it meant a lot to her that he spoke it out loud so she would know.

"Well, you're on the right track," she complimented him, causing Harry to huff out a laugh as he began to kiss over her neck now - latching to her pulse point which had her whining out.

Harry's eyes glanced down at where their covered cores were connecting, and the image of him with his head between her thighs flashed into his mind. He closed his eyes tight, just the thought of that having him on the brink of his own orgasm. As much as Harry wanted to do that for her tonight, he knew he'd come the minute he tasted her.

"I-I'm gonna come," Georgia's breathing increased, and Harry bit down gently on the skin he had been tending to on her neck before lifting up - wanting to see her face as she released. "Gonna-"

She cut herself off with a lewd moan, her hips stuttering as she rode out her high.

Never in her life had she come with her center clothed like this before, and it had her realizing that her connection to Harry was even stronger than she had thought up until now.

Their rolling hips began to slow, and Georgia leaned up to connect her lips with Harry's. His fingertips danced over her sun kissed skin as their tongues explored each other's mouths, as if they hadn't kissed like this several times before. It wasn't until she felt Harry's dick pulse against her dampened core that she remembered there was still more to come.

"Harry," she pulled away from his mouth, hands coasting over his chiseled abdomen. "I'm ready now."

Licking over his bottom lip, Harry sat back on the heels of his feet to peel Georgia's wet underwear off her body, the middle sticking to her just slightly before coming loose - allowing him to pull them down her legs. He tossed them onto the ground with their other clothing, making his way back to hover over her.

Georgia hooked her fingers into the waistband of Harry's briefs, tugging them down to about mid-thigh before he took over, and kicked them the rest of the way off.

At the same time, they both let their eyes wander down, taking in each other's vulnerable, and naked bodies for the first time.

"Oh my god," Georgia's eyes widened as she saw Harry's prick hard between the two of them. "I could tell you were big but, oh my god..."

She realized she was repeating herself, but she couldn't help it. She had to be sure that Harry was going to be the biggest that she ever had, and that intimidated her slightly.

Harry felt even more flushed in his face as Georgia spoke, and he tried to distract himself from the nervousness by sliding his hand up her inner thigh. Once again, he kept his eyes on her face as his fingertips came in contact with her slick clit, and he watched as she gasped.

"I just want to make sure you're ready," he whispered, dragging his fingers down to play at her dripping entrance. "I'm gonna start with two."

Georgia nodded in response, and her back arched as she felt his long digits entering inside. Her mouth hung open as she tilted her head back - panting into the air around them.

"How long has it been, sweet Georgia?"

"A few months," she felt like she could barely speak with just how wonderful he was making her feel, and he only had his fingers inside. "But, fuck, you have to believe me when I say no one has ever made me feel like this."

"You don't understand how happy I am to be the one you're giving yourself over to," Harry leaned down to press a kiss to Georgia's cheek. "And I'm so glad you're feeling good. I hope I can make you feel even better in a few minutes."

Georgia's thighs clenched around Harry's hand when she thought about all of him entering inside of her, and she dwelled on the stretch that she knew would take over almost all of her senses, but she wanted it so badly.

"I want it now, please," Georgia's voice peaked up in pitch as Harry's fingers curled inside of her, the tips of them stroking at her sweet spot. "I promise, I'll be okay."

Harry chewed on the inside of his cheek, giving Georgia a few more strokes with his fingers before he pulled them out. Her eyes fluttered open to watch him bring them to his mouth, cleaning them off. He opened his bedside door and grabbed a condom - heart pounding against his chest.

He was about to have sex with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he hoped that he didn't disappoint.

Georgia could see that his hands were shaking as he tried to open up the wrapped on the condom, and she lifted her hands up - running them across his shoulders. "Don't be nervous. You've already been so great, and you're going to make me feel even better - just like you said."

Closing his eyes, Harry took a minute, taking in a deep breath as he tried to ground himself. He could still feel Georgia's gentle touches caressing his shoulders, as well as his biceps, and he tried to focus on just how comforting those little actions were.

Harry was met with a sweet smile from Georgia once he opened his eyes to look down at her again. She bit down on her bottom lip as she took the condom from him, raising her eyebrows. "Do you mind if I do it?"

"N-no, not at all," Harry shook his head, watching as she took the condom out of the wrapper.

Georgia ran her tongue over the inside of her cheek as she held the condom in one hand, reaching down to wrap her hand around Harry's length with the other. A moan immediately left Harry's mouth, and his hips jolted forward as she gave him a small squeeze.

She couldn't help but become obsessed with how his face morphed into one of pure pleasure once she got her hand on him, and she took it upon herself to run her thumb over his head - collecting the precum that had gathered on his slit to work it down the rest of his length.

Harry now had one hand resting underneath one of Georgia's breasts, the other planted beside her head to hold him over her in a hovering position, and he felt himself beginning to buckle through his elbow as Georgia started stroking over his hardened prick.

"F-feels so good," he breathed, the pad of his thumb running over her pert nipple. "But if I'm not in you in the next few seconds, I'll be coming on your stomach, and that would be proper humiliating."

Georgia giggled at his words, nodding. "Okay, Harry babe, just a second."

The hand already on him continued to hold his base as Georgia rolled the condom down his member, only drawing both hands away to drop them down onto the mattress beside her once it was secured. Harry's hand ran down Georgia's side to hitch one of her legs against his hip again, and once she held it there on her own, he reached down to guide his length to her entrance.

He ran his throbbing tip through her drenched folds a few times, letting it tap against her swollen clit, causing Georgia to whimper, before he nudged himself inside.

Georgia let out a salacious moan as Harry stilled once getting past that ridge, already feeling her walls swallowing down around him. "Oh my god," she huffed, looking down to where they connected.

Although Georgia may have been looking between them, Harry had his eyes set right on her face. He pushed in a little further, and once he felt secure enough inside, he dropped his hand from himself to massage her hip - hoping to soothe her.

"Are you okay? I can wait a little bit before going any further."

"I-I'm okay, I promise. Keep going, please," Georgia's eyes connected with Harry's once again, and she felt her jaw dropping as he slid completely inside after a few seconds.

Harry whined as he felt her warmth completely engulfing him, and Georgia was quick to hike her other leg up to mimic its counterpart. They both stayed still, enjoying the closeness before Harry pulled out halfway - pushing back in again to have Georgia's head lulling to the side amongst the pillow beneath it.

"So good, Harry," she praised him, hands reaching out to clutch to his forearms. "This is perfect - you're perfect."

"So are you," Harry leaned down to press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw. "This is so much better than I imagined. Thank you."

Georgia now held Harry's face in her hands, reaching up to trail the tip of her index finger down the bridge of his nose, and the tip of it, before letting it sink into his cupid's bow - just like she did the first time they met. "You're welcome," she whispered, leaning up to give him a gentle peck. "And thank you."

Her hands continued to cradle his sculpted jawline as he began to set up his pace of thrusts in and out of her, and their heavy breathing began to fill the room. She could tell she was already towards the brink of another orgasm just a few strokes in, but her heart was also fluttering at the fact that he had thanked her for allowing them to be like this.

It was the first time she had ever heard a 'thank you' for sex where it didn't feel transactional. With Harry, it was genuine, and she found herself lucky to be in the vulnerable presence of someone as kind hearted as him.

Harry kept up his rhythm, and he felt Georgia's walls fluttering around him even more. He huffed out a moan before Georgia wrapped her arms around his neck, ghosting her lips over his. "Closer."

He knew he would be a fool to deny her, so he dropped himself down completely onto his elbows, snaking his hands around to her shoulder blades to keep her at a good angle before continuing his thrusts.

Georgia had to be floating into ecstasy, she was sure of it. Every nerve in her body tingled in the best way possible, and there was that familiar sensation building between her legs. She moaned every time he hit just the right spot - her toes curling more and more.

"Such beautiful noises you make, Sweet Georgia," she heard Harry cooing into her ear. "Never heard anything so stunning in my life."

Licking over her bottom lip, she dug the tips of her fingers into the skin of his back, closing her eyes. "Evangeline."

Harry wasn't sure he heard what she said. He was so drawn into the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling that he was certain that whatever she had tried to say had gotten so muffled that he couldn't recognize it.

He hummed softly in question as he pulled himself up a bit, looking down at Georgia properly as her eyes opened back up to stare into his jade colored ones. Taking his face into her hands again, she felt her heart clambering against her chest. "Evangeline," she whispered again, running her thumb along his cheekbone. "My name is Evangeline."

Harry's heart soared as he realized just what this meant. She trusted him, just as much as he now trusted her, and he gave her a wide smile. "Evangeline," he repeated, knocking the tip of his nose against hers. "My sweet Evie angel."

Tears threatened to fill Evangeline's eyes at his sentiment, but she pushed them away, not wanting to ruin the moment they were currently having. No man had ever had a nickname for her before, and it immediately had her flipping head over heels for Harry - even more so than before.

She lifted herself up to engage in a passionate kiss, her tongue tracing patterns over Harry's, and the roof of his mouth.

Harry knew that he was reaching his end, but he needed to feel Evangeline releasing against him first. While still locked into their kiss, he guided the tips of two of his fingers to her clit - beginning to move in precise circles as his thrusts increased.

Their top lips still remaining connected, Evangeline mewled, eyes shutting tight as she lifted her hips to meet all of Harry's movements. "I'm right there, Harry," she cried out, nails down digging into the tops of his shoulders as her hands had fallen. "I'm coming again. Please, don't stop, I'm coming."

Her rambling turned into a symphony of all the noises Harry had been pulling from her tonight, and as soon as he felt her walls clenching down, and pulsing around him, his orgasm washed over him as well. Harry watched Evangeline ride her climax for as long as possible before he dropped down against her chest, moaning as his thrusts grew sloppy, and he continued to empty himself into the confines of the condom.

They both remained silent for a few moments, Evangeline playing with the soft curls at the nape of Harry's neck as they embraced each other. They were sweaty, and their skin was sticking together, but neither one of them cared. This was all they had been craving for so long, and they were going to cherish it.

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Eventually the couple had cleaned themselves up, and they were now both laying in bed - deciding to forgo any clothing. Evangeline was cuddled up against Harry's side, one of her legs draped over his to have her swollen core pressed against his thigh, but it didn't feel sexual in the slightest. They both just wanted to continue to feel close to each other, an intimacy that they knew they'd never find with anyone else, even if it was unspoken between them at this point.

The side of her head rested low against one of his shoulders as the tips of her fingers played with the cross pendant nestled in his sparse chest hair.

Harry's fingers were alternating from stroking through Evangeline's hair, and running down the smooth skin of her back - feeling the dips of her spine as he went along. He was overjoyed with how much they managed to further their relationship tonight, and he hoped this meant that they truly belonged to each other.

"I was hesitant to tell you my name because I've only ever told one other person while working at the club," Evangeline spoke up after a while, the only noise in the room before having been the vinyl that Harry put on in the corner after their showers. "And that didn't end well for me."

Harry remained quiet, not wanting to push her, but he kept up his gentle touches to let her know that he was there, and he was listening.

"It was a few years ago," she sighed, still focusing on the pendant she was fidgeting with previously to keep herself occupied. "I had been working at Fortune for a few years, and I had done plenty of dances in my room, but I had never been approached about going over to the hotel. Cass came to me one night to tell me I had been requested. I was hesitant at first, considering I had never done it before, but when he told me who it was, I realized it was this man who visited me in my room fairly often.

"He was always so sweet to me, and he made me feel comfortable. He was gentle, and when I allowed him to put his hands on me a few times, he was respectful. I guess you could say I already had developed a bit of a crush on him before Cass told me about his request. Since it was him, I accepted, and it was wonderful the first time around. I told him my name that night, and I thought that maybe I was actually finding something real with someone."

Pausing for a minute, she took in a deep breath to try and calm her emotions, a bit frustrated with herself that she still allowed this to get to her after so many years had passed. "The second time was when I saw him for who he was. We were laying in bed, and his phone rang. When he went to answer it, I could see his lock screen was a picture of him and a woman. It clicked instantly that it was a photo from their wedding. When I asked him about it, he made me feel foolish for believing the things he had told me. He ended up telling me that he only said those things because he thought I would put out more."

Harry's hold on Evangeline tightened as he listened to her story - so many emotions flowing through his body. He was angry that someone would betray her in such a way, and make her feel less than when they were the one feeding her lies. He was also pained that this obviously still took a toll on her, and that it made her put up a few walls that he was sure she never thought anyone could tear down again.

"Now I've realized that with you, Harry, it's been so different - even in the beginning. The way that you looked at me, and the way that you spoke to me, no one had ever made me feel the way that you did that first night we met. The more time I spent with you, I knew I could trust you, but I was just so scared. I think maybe that's why I had tried to push you away. I couldn't bear the thought of us getting even closer than we already were just to have the rug pulled out from underneath me again."

Evangeline finally peered up at Harry, and he looked down as he felt her head tilting up against his shoulder. "And I feel bad because I wasn't honest with you that night, when you asked if I was happy working at Fortune still. I haven't really been happy working there since a few nights after you started to come and see me regularly. It was like each time I just wanted to forget that place, and leave with you, but I was just scared. And now I think that Cass may be getting himself involved in things that I don't necessarily feel comfortable with. The way he threatened me tonight, about you coming in, he's never been like that before."

Harry's eyebrows narrowed, and he licked over his bottom lip. "If you want to leave, Evie, I'll find a way to get you out," he told her honestly, lifting his hand to cradle her cheek. "If he is truly involved in something he shouldn't be, then I would move again for you in a heartbeat. I'd take you anywhere that you needed to go in order for you to feel safe."

Her eyes searched his face for a while before she turned her head - pressing a kiss against his palm. "Have you ever been in love?"

Sighing, Harry looked up at the ceiling starting his strokes in Evangeline's hair once again. "A few years ago I thought I was, yes."

"Can I ask what happened?"

"I found out that she was with me for what I could give her, not emotionally or physically, but materialistically. Overheard her when I came home early from work one day, and she was sitting in the kitchen with one of her friends - bragging about everything I had bought her recently. Eventually I heard her friend ask if she loved me, and her words were, 'I love what he can buy me'. Once she left, and I reflected on the relationship, I realized that we really didn't have that much of an emotional connection. Other than we were intimate, she was never really affectionate, even then she really wasn't," Harry let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "It happened for the best, helped me learn to be cautious. You probably couldn't tell, but I was cautious with you at first.

"I have to admit that I had to keep reminding myself that I was paying for your time, and maybe it all didn't mean as much to you as it did to me, but that changed for me last weekend in that hotel room with you. I could tell by the way you looked at me, and the way you asked me to kiss you, that you felt what I was feeling too - even if we weren't admitting it."

Evangeline smiled softly, pushing up to press her lips against Harry's jawline. "I've had such strong feelings about you for a while."

She tugged on Harry's body softly, and they moved around to where they were cuddled even closer, both of them laying on their sides. Humming, Harry brushed his nose against hers before Evangeline spoke again. "I want you for you, Harry. If you'll have me - I want to be yours."

Harry's heart could've burst as Evangeline's confession, and he reached down to grasp at her hips. "I want you so much, Evie. You have such a beautiful soul to match such a beautiful face - you drew me in immediately. If you're mine, then I'm also yours."

The couple began to kiss again, hands gripping at each other's bodies as if they couldn't get enough of each other. After a few minutes of making out, and a bit of foreplay, Harry was rolling another condom down his shaft before entering his Evie angel for the second time of the night.

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry edward styles #harry styles smutty fanfic #harry styles ff #harry smut #fanfiction #harry styles short story #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x oc

[dearharriet]

could you write a steve x fem!reader fic based on little freak by harry styles? thank you!!!

ty for the req!! <3 i hadn’t listened to little freak since harry’s house came out but this prompt rly grew on me :) hope u like it! (1.6K) 🦢 (cw: drinking, smoking, foul language)

A football team of college pricks had invaded the kitchen. You felt bad. In high school, the kitchen was always a haven at parties for chatting and drinking and planning to leave. What you were witnessing felt like the desecration of God’s land.

You were on the counter, where you’d stationed yourself an hour ago. The rowdy group would rotate between flirting with you and rooting through the cupboards and drawers, or roughhousing (which had broken three household items so far), or yelling.

The guy talking to you now smelled like Windex and had calluses on his hands that kept snagging on your tights.

“—and girls always say they like blue collar guys but really they’re just talking about Bruce Springsteen.”

“Mm-hm,” you mumbled a half-hearted agreement.

You’d exhausted your options, and were considering letting Windex take you home. Half of the other guys wouldn’t even talk to you, only shooting furtive glances your way.

“Have you seen how lanky that guy is? He’s never seen a day of work in his life.”

“Uh-huh.” You scanned the crowd, desperate for another chance, but only found two girls eyeing you from the punch bowl. Caught, they scampered out of the kitchen again giggling, their full cups sloshing red onto the linoleum.

“Hey,” Windex pulled your attention back to him. Your face felt warm, and you chided yourself. The girls never used to make fun of you for being liked.

“Hey,” he said again, taking your chin. You tamped down a cringe. “Wanna get out of here?”

This time when you swept the kitchen, hopeless, there was someone standing on the threshold.

There was a fuzzy familiarity about him—the nose, the big brown eyes.

Windex finally turned to see what was distracting you, and his grip on your leg tightened.

“Oh, Jesus. Here comes royalty.”

The other boys in the kitchen noticed him too, and started heckling him. The chaos of their insults made them indecipherable. You caught the stranger’s eye and smiled demurely, but he averted his gaze, and then lurched forward like someone pushed him. A small dirty blonde traipsed in behind him, speaking a mile a minute.

Windex blocked your view with his body, standing between your thighs.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here. I think the rats are moving in for scraps.” He pulled at your legs to slide you off the counter, but you anchored yourself with your hands.

“I think I’m gonna stay a little longer,” you told him, and because your subtlety is nonexistent, your eyes flicked over to the boy and his friend. Windex caught on quickly, glancing between you two and scoffing dryly.

“Right,” he said. “Have fun with that. Just don’t be surprised if his dick is softer than his hands.”

You straightened. “You can go now.”

He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away.

“You guys can give it up,” he shouted over the music and the jeering. “King Steve is here!”

The guys all groaned, dropping everything and abandoning ship.

One of them threw his cigarette into Steve’s brand new cup of liquor and it flamed. Steve jumped back, tossing the drink away from him. You gasped.

“What the hell?” Steve was giving the guy what for? but everyone else was staring at Windex. Steve’s drink was seeping into his flannel shirt, a blotch of brown over the forest-green. Thankfully the flame didn't last, so he was only soggy and unhappy.

“Real nice, bud,” Windex bit out. “My shirt is fucked.”

Steve’s friend spoke up.

“Tell your idiot friends not to make molotovs out of his damn drink, then, bud.”

“Rob, stop. Let’s just go, they were here first.”

“No, please, your highness. She’s all yours.” Windex shot a look your way, and then him and the rest of them went away.

With the guys gone, the typical kitchen crowd started reappearing. Steve and his friend seemed content to lean against the island and people watch.

You assumed she was his girlfriend after a while, but then a pretty redhead appeared and whisked her away, their fingers nervously interlocked.

Steve made his way over soon after.

“Hey.” There’s an art to charming guys, and you were always naturally talented at it. You’d dip your chin and look up through your lashes, and speak just a smidge too quiet so they’d have to lean in to hear you.

Steve, however, didn’t lean in. His mouth pulled into a strained smile.

“Hi.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, um, fine.” He glanced behind you. “Would you grab me a paper towel?”

Twisting around, you found the roll on its spool under the cabinet and frowned. The section tore off cleanly and you slid it across the counter to him.

“I remember you, now,” you said before he could escape. “From school. You’re the ladykiller.”

He blew a breath out and ran a hand through his hair. You remembered that, too.

“That’s not something I’m really proud of.” He winced. “I’m trying to leave it behind.”

A throaty giggle sprang out of you.

“I don’t know if spilling drinks on people is a step in the right direction.” You were joking, but he frowned.

“Yeah, I’m, uh. I’m sorry about that.”

“Are you?” You squinted.

“No,” he said with retroactive irritation. “He was being a prick. They all were. But I’m sorry for you.”

A scoff rolled out of you, slightly affronted.

“Gee, thanks.” You folded your arms and leaned back into the cabinet. “Is this how you charm all the girls? By feeling sorry for them?”

“I don’t do much charming,” he muttered. You raised a skeptical brow. “Anymore.”

Laughing, you lifted your butt to grab the pack of smokes you had stashed away in your back pocket.

“Clearly. I’m starting to think you’re actually here for the paper towel.” Kicking a leg out, you grazed his hip with your sneaker while you pulled a cigarette out.

Steve watched you light it, something churning behind his eyes.

“I don’t get it,” he mumbled, almost too quiet for you to catch. He was shaking his head.

“Hm?” Blowing your first drag out into the kitchen, you relaxed a little further in your perch.

“Just…in school, guys always talked about you like you were odd. Freaky.” He shrugged. “You just seem like a girl to me.”

Your brows pinched, conflicted. “Oh.”

Steve kept eyeing your smoke. When he realized he wasn’t being subtle enough, he turned to gaze out at the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Yknow, I always wondered what you thought of them.”

You looked out into the kitchen, but there was no identifiable person that he was talking about.

“Who?”

Ruffling the back of his hair a bit, he said, “The guys you’d talk to.”

You hummed. Ashed your cigarette onto his forgotten paper towel.

“You mean why I liked them?”

“No, just—” Steve paused. Intrigued, you scooted to the edge of the counter to listen closer.

“Just what you were thinking.” Steve kicked his sneaker into the floor. “You looked kinda far away most of the time.”

A smile crept over your face.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you muttered, swaying your feet. You tried to sum your thoughts up without being long-winded.

“I think…they’re bored.” Steve looked at you and you added, “And sad.” Smiling bitterly, you looked away. “Mostly sad.”

Steve's laugh was hollow as he rubbed his cheek with the flat of his hand.

“Yeah. Sounds about right.”

You shared a look, and then shared a silence as you finished your cigarette. When you were done, you stubbed it briskly and leaned forward onto your hands again.

“Hey, so.” You cleared your throat. “I think I’m gonna go. And if I leave on my own, at least one of those guys is gonna follow me. I know you’re not interested, but, um…”

Smiling at him—a real smile, not a simper or a manipulation—you asked, “Do me a favor and walk me out?” Steve looked unsure, so you added, “You can come right back. If you don’t want people to think…”

Nodding slowly, Steve came and helped you hop down. You tried to concern yourself as little as possible with his big hands, with how automatic his decision to help you was. You failed miserably, especially when he started guiding you out by the small of your back.

Windex was shirtless on the couch, talking at a new girl who wore a thousand-yard-stare that rivaled yours. He stilled when you passed, watching the both of you with contempt, but didn’t stop you.

Outside was chilly, being night and near-October in Hawkins. You rubbed your arms over the thin sleeves of your shirt and sucked in a shaky breath. It came out as steam.

“Thanks,” you said cheerily, giving Steve's forearm a small grateful squeeze. “I’ll see you ‘round.”

You probably wouldn’t.

The gravel driveway loomed before you, and you started your trek with a huff.

“What are you doing?”

You spun around to see Steve looking at you, perplexed.

“I’m walking home.”

Steve's face flickered with emotion before he shook his head insistently.

“Uh-uh. Let’s go.” Shoving his hand into a pocket, he produced his keys and started toward a BMW.

“What? Steve, no, it’s fine. I do it all the time.”

The passenger door was already open.

“Get in the car, crazy.”

Shifting where you stood, you found yourself tempted to do just that. You glanced at the house.

“People will think—“

“That’s fine.”

A beat passed between you, and then a cold gust of wind pushed you into the cushy leather seat, and Steve closed the door behind you.

When he slid into the driver's side you asked, “What about your friend?”

He smiled. “She left a while ago.”

“Oh.” Nodding, you relaxed. Steve put the car in reverse and turned the radio up, and you laughed outright.

Springsteen was on.

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thank you for reading! 🌝

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#steve harrington #request #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader fanfic #stranger things #reqs open #songfic

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

“Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge.”

Remus never thought he’d be sitting on this train once more. In this moment, he’s 14 again. The hills roll by and if he closes his eyes, imagines just hard enough, he can still hear the clamouring and giggling that used to belong here. The train is empty, save for Remus, a special trip just for him. In the worst way, this is all too familiar. Like the trunk remembers the axe, Remus can’t help but feel he is gently travelling towards a terrible thing.

“A minute from home but I feel so far from it.”

Remus had lived in London for so long that the Welsh had been bleached out of his accent. Hope and Lyall were long gone, finally resting. And Remus was alone. Home had always been where his heart had lived. Never Wales though, never a place, always a person. Cariad. Cariad. Cariad. With every beat of his heart, Remus knows where home is. He thinks of James and Lily and Harry. He thinks of a home that once belonged to them.

“The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin.”

He thinks of a home that belongs to him, of a basement with a torn up mattress and a master bedroom with a leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair. Remus could never understand how people could one day lock a door and never open it again. Until he did. Slowly, the cottage grew to be too much, bore a weight so goddamn heavy that Remus shouldered it all. That house held the three people he loved, “love” his mind corrects him. He wonders whether in 11 years of solitude, that house too, would be reluctant to see him again.

“It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again.”

In a way, only Remus could understand why James and Lily had to die. Unfortunately, there is always a greater good. There is always someone, ‘something’ his mind hisses, greater than him. The rage is dormant now. The war is over. Remus knows loss incredibly well, walks hand in hand with her most days. Instinctively, he tightens his grip on his thigh. It serves as a reminder. You survived the war. You lost everyone you love. You are real. You are neither punished nor the punisher. Not anymore.

“The things that I lost here, the people I knew.”

Remus takes a walk along the length of the train. Nostalgia’s sake and all that. The open compartment doors rattle gently and the seats are vacant. For some reason, Remus half expected to run into a brick wall at King’s Cross. He doesn’t know how to exist in this space again, how to walk the halls of the castle without feeling like a ghost instead. Mostly, Remus doesn’t know how he could look into James’ faces and Lily’s eyes again, and see them on someone else.

“They got me surrounded for a mile or two.”

Logically, he knows “No.” is as good an answer as any. He made sure that there were no more favours, no more secrets. Remus knows that from 11, the castle cared for him. He also knows that care and respect go hand in hand. He has no debt to the castle but he does have duty to fulfil. For every man who obeys his duty, there is another who cannot. A prison cell briefly flashes in his mind, then a cupboard under stairs, then a set of silver handcuffs.

“The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel.”

The train shudders and stops. The sky is dark. Remus’ eyes are closed. He inhales deeply and lets muscle memory take over. His steps now echo down the empty train carriages. He is just as tall as the last time he stood here. This time, he leaves behind four giggling boys. He leaves behind the weight of a head in his lap. The image is superimposed into his eyelids. Remus hopes that everything that ever existed still exists in moments, even though we don’t get them back. The doors slide open and he steps onto the platform.

“I'm back between villages and everything's still.”

For the second time in his life, Remus John Lupin has the sudden and crashing realisation that he is totally and utterly alone.

#harry potter #marauders #i couldn’t stop thinking of them and this song #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #this one has a kick to it #this one right here officer #Remus centric

[stationintern]

Hi there!

I cannot believe October is over. I had planned on being Cher for Halloween, but I ran out of time and had to settle on being a cowboy. What were you guys for Halloween?

I’m back with my monthly contribution to this lovely fandom that has truly changed my life (even if my writing drive has been relatively nonexistent). I’d like to thank every beautiful writer who has provided me with joy these past 10 months, and share with you the stories that are bringing me joy now.

Enjoy <3

Etched, Curled, Stationed by @tepre, T 1.7k

This fic is a true love story. A short and sweet treat. Featuring a long span of time held in a tiny amount of words and magical houses who are in love with your childhood rival.

Cupboard Love by @shealwaysreads, G 4.1k

Touched my heart in such a tender way. This fic focuses on Harry’s relationship with food, along with how it relates to most of the close relationships in his life. Loved it. May have cried.

The Exhale by spqr, T, 4.1k

It may be a little dubious to have your ex as your therapist, but it definitely works here. As someone who grew up very lonely, this fic kinda ripped my heart out. I too have a certain visceral affection for the rover Curiosity.

Take A Chance On Me by @mintawasalreadytaken, E 41k

If you have ready any of my fics you will know that music usually plays a huge role in the overall plot. This fic scratched that itch. One of the most inventive and original works I’ve read in a while, along with a Draco so down and so out you’ll hardly be able to keep your eyes on the screen (extremely positive).

Take The Moon by @tackytigerfic, M 15k

It’s not a reclist unless I’m furthering the TackyTiger agenda, and that’s just the truth. I’m honestly surprised I haven’t recced this one yet. Sickeningly sexy for a moment and so rich with character you’ll feel as if you know all of these familiar characters intimately by the end of these 15k words. Tacky writes these realistic love stories with a twinge of fantasy that allow you to fully immerse yourself and feel what these characters are feeling, truly understand their motivations. Loved it. Have read it again, will read it again.

That’s all for now! I hope you found something new and if none of these are new to you, I hope you get the chance to reconnect with some old favorites. Looking forward to a wonderful November. See you!

XX, Moon

#drarry #draco x harry #drarry fic rec #drarry reclist

[liquidluckandstuff]

Drabble? oops

(Witch hunters torture Harry, Voldemort adopts Harry)

(Also this grew legs and i really just wanna write write this now? you know?)

Witch hunters were real.

They've hidden themselves well in the "real world" as they like to call it, though they have a healthy fear of wizards. They have long since abandoned any notion of eradicating the world of witches and wizards and have since focused their efforts to isolated cases.

Young muggle born children with wild magic who's parents think they are possessed, or children who are too disruptive for their parents to handle.

Used to be the hunters had "morals" but now they will take the money where it comes.

Thats how Vernon found them. For a large price, they promised to save his nephew from the corruption of magic. He knew better. Those who were saved by them never returned the same and that is what he was hoping for.

Harry wasn't a child anymore, but that didn't mean they weren't up to the case.

Vernon paid them extra to steal him away in the night. Cuffs with strange markings were locked on his wrists and upper arms that prevented him from accessing most of his magic, so he was helpless against them.

It was simple. They tortured him.

They beat him. Starved him. Locked him in a cell so small he couldn't even sit down. Harry was introduced to shock therapy and every time his magic reacted to defend him on instinct, they would shock him again until he was too tired physically, magically, and mentally to fight back.

They thought they had won, even Harry thought so for a time. Until deep into one of their whipping sessions, Harry started hallucinating Voldemort.

It had to be a hallucination, because he had never seen such a look of shock on the man's face before.

or fear.

The man did nothing to help him, just stared openly as Harry was whipped until blood ran down his back and he was begging for them to stop and asking for forgiveness for being such a burden to his relatives.

They called him their greatest success yet.

Harry went back to his relatives with deep burns from the cuffs on his arms and his cupboard now covered in the same strange markings that had bound his magic. The only magic Harry cast was hiding his new markings.

Living was torture.

Breathing was a chore.

Harry was too terrified to fight back when his relatives demanded more and more from him.

But his instincts never really died, that saving people thing of his.

He saved Dudley by casting magic and now he was in the second bedroom (his aunt was too scared that someone was watching them) clawing at his arms waiting for the punishment.

The order came to rescue him and soon he was standing in front of the ministry pleading his case to deaf ears until Dumbledore came to save him.

Why didn't he save him from the witch hunters?

Harry said nothing. He didn't talk about what really happened to him over the summer. Either they would call him a liar, call him weak for letting a muggle get the best of him, or at worse... they already knew and didn't care.

Then, the strangest thing happened.

Harry got a letter in the mail with nothing but a muggle newspaper clipping of an old reform school being burned to the ground with everyone inside. Harry recognized some of the victims. Why would someone do that?

Who knew what happened to him?

Who would do that for him?

Then, he was informed that his his last remaining relatives all perished in a house fire. Nothing of their bodies or home was left. Harry didn't even have to attend a funeral for them since there was no one liked them enough to organize one, and there was nothing to bury.

Harry knew who did it of course, but couldn't figure out why.

The question came of who would take care of the boy-who-lived.

The Weasleys eagerly put forth their name and so did the Malfoys hoping to impress their master.

But a third option appeared. A strangely familiar man , Thomas Gaunt, had proved his magical power, a long distance connection to the Potters, and enough money for the two of them to live modestly.

Of Course, Harry instantly knew it was Voldemort.

Harry was asked his opinion. "I love the Weasleys, and would like nothing more than to go live with them. I always begged to spend the summers with them, but have been denied due to my safety. And i'm giving that same reason now. They are not equipped to protect me for an entire summer. i would only be putting their family at risk. I know you don't believe Voldemort is back minister, but I do. Which is also why I refuse to go with the Malfoy's. I choose Thomas Gaunt."

The Weasleys were upset, clearly thinking Harry was put under some spell. But Harry, somewhat spitefully, reminded them that they had refused to take him in even when he begged again and again. They had a family to look after. To love and protect. And Harry was alone in the world.

Thomas Gaunt, Voldemort, took him away to a little house that surprised Harry with how comfortable it looked.

Before Harry even put his bags down, before he even began to delude himself that he wasn't about to die by Voldemort's hand, the dark lord took Harry's arms to look at his new scars.

He led him into the kitchen where he treated his wounds, and put new wrappings over them. Then, to Harry's shock, he removed glamour on his own arms and showed harry his matching scars.

"Never again." Was all he said.

_________

Voldemort said he had no expectations for him. Which stung a little. Harry had done so much to be so much so someone would want to take care of him. until it was too late, and now he was here with Voldemort.

But then, Voldemort corrected himself. He had no expectations of Harry, other than to take care of himself and do well in school. He ensured Harry completed his homework and it was done right.

He even taught Harry how to duel. Not in front of jeering death Eaters, but one on one and with patience. Harry flourished instantly and Voldemort even taught him more defensive spells.

Harry was waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak.

Why was he being treated with kindness? he didn't know what to do with it when he didn't have to put on a brave face to practically beg for someone to love and take care of him.

He knew Voldemort didn't or couldn't love, nor did he care about him. So why?

Their relationship was... something. They didn't argue, Harry found it easy to do as he was told since Voldemort never made him do anything unreasonable.

Then, it was time to go to school.

Thomas Gaunt saw him off at platform 9 3/4 and Harry had never felt so awkward in his life. What was he supposed to do here?

He saw the Weasleys and the Order across the train station with both worried and relieved looks on their faces.

Thomas pulled him aside and said "I don't expect you to not preach about Voldemort's return, but I do expect you to keep my identity a secret is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And I expect you to keep your grades up. It's your O.W.L year after all..."

"Yes, Sir."

"And you will write to me every week."

"Sir?"

"We will keep up this pretense... and I want to make sure you are safe. I have never trusted the ministry and I do less so now."

"Oh.... " Harry looked over and the order seemed to be getting impatient.

"and Harry... Have fun."

"Oh." Harry said with surprised and found himself smiling softly.

Suddenly, he didn't want to go to Howarts. He wanted to go back to their little home where he was safe and comfortable and it was a little awkward, but he had no expectations or worries of the real world.

Maybe that was Voldemort's plan all along.

"If you would indulge me... " Thomas smirked, his eyes looking over to the impatient order. "While i would love to kill most of them, I wouldn't mind settling for pissing them off a little." He opened his arms slightly and Harry found himself find a piece of himself he didn't knew he was missing.

Everyone else got to hug their parents goodbye before they set off for school, and now he finally got to do the same.

Harry hugged him tightly. He buried his face in his shoulder and he had never felt more complete in his life.

"Have a good term. You are welcome to come home for the holidays if you wish."

Home.

He had a home. He had a family? At least someone who cared about him. About just Harry.

Even if it was pretend, it was better than he had ever experienced in his life.

As he pulled away and walked toward his friends, he held his head high and had a happy smile on his face. He couldn't wait to go home.

#Harry Potter #Voldemort #Drabble #Fanfiction #liquidluckandstuff #Harrymort #Tomarrymort #tomarry #Probably going to just be a Voldemort adopts Harry story

[seriouslysam8]

The original idea I had that I nixed because I was told it was too dark….

Letting himself into the Dursley’s home, Sirius saw the cupboard under the stairs immediately. He made his way towards it, not bothering to make sure he was quiet. He didn’t really fucking care if he woke up the entire bloody house. He crouched down and opened the door to see it mainly empty except for some cleaning supplies. Laying down on the floor, with his head in the cupboard, he looked up at the stairs. He cast Lumos and inspected the wood. On the fourth step up, in shaky and childish writing, was the name Harry.

Sirius’ entire body felt hollow as he reached up his trembling right hand towards the name. His fingers traced the letters as a pain throbbed in the back of his throat. Fuck being methodical. He could kill them right now in their sleep. He was definitely in the right mindset to cast some Unforgivable Curses.

“Leave, Sirius,” the warm voice of Fleamont filled his head. “Harry needs you. Harry is asking for you.

Chest heaving, Sirius pulled his body out from the cupboard. He glanced around the entryway for Fleamont but didn’t see him. Nobody was there. All he could hear was his ragged breathing. His gaze slowly glided to the staircase where he knew Petunia and Vernon were sleeping. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to leave the house and shut the door as softly as he could. He crossed the street, not even bothering to look both ways for any cars. He hadn’t even thought about it to be honest. He turned back around to look at the house.

It was a fucking house of horrors. No better than Grimmauld Place. A jail that no child should suffer to in.

They had hurt Harry. They hurt his godson. The boy he considered to be his son.

Sirius raised his left hand slowly, tears burning his eyes. With a slash, the house burst into flames. The fire grew quickly, engulfing the walls and the roof.

His breaths came out in harsh huffs as his crazed eyes looked around for the nearest fire hydrant. He found it two houses down. With a flick of his wrist, the hydrant went flying through the air. Water sprayed out from the hole in the ground. Sirius’ lips twisted into a sneer.

The Muggles would have a hell of a time trying to put out the fire. With that, Sirius Apparated back to Scotland to be with his godson.

[coldgoldlazarus]

The centerism around Harry Potter and especially Hogwarts Legacy is so frustrating to me, not just as someone who is against JKR, but as someone who was and on some level still is a Harry Potter fan.

'Cause yeah, I grew up with the books too. I have lego minifigs of the main characters from when I was a kid. I have a house scarf mom crocheted for me, that I still wear because it keeps me warm in the frozen hellhole of winter. I have, when the mood has struck me, considered writing fanfic and trying to fix some of the things JKR broke. I still believe there is a better story in there, about a child living in a cupboard under a staircase discovering magic, that runs counter to everything she's since turned it into.

But even with all that, I don't buy anything for it anymore, and (this post aside, I guess) I don't talk about being a fan. There are so many other things to focus on instead, it's really that easy. My nostalgia isn't worth doing actual harm to actual people.

And as much as part of me wants to defiantly tell JKR that my enjoyment doesn't mean support for her shitty ideals, I also have to deal with the fact that until she's dead and her estate no longer pushes for transphobic and racist legislature, that is objectively false. And beyond that, I will always have to contend with the antisemitism that was baked in from nearly the start, and all the other myriad bigotry that trickled in on top over time. We can't just separate the art from the artist when these problems exist in the art to begin with, and it's really frustrating that people keep pretending otherwise.

Yes, there is still something to enjoy in this series that isn't completely tainted by blood libel and transphobia, but at this point? It won't be found in any of the current stuff. You can't play the antisemetism game and pretend it isn't antisemetic. You have only so much time and money in this world, and there are so many other things you would do better to spend them on, so why insist on this?

Speaking, again, not as a JKR hater right now, but as a fellow Harry Potter fan... it's really so much easier to just not buy the damn game, and to watch other movies instead, and to just go read another book.

#not a reblog #harry potter #anti harry potter #anti hogwarts legacy #anti jkr #rant #opinion #so frustrated with these people #yeah I like this series too #but not enough to keep supporting a bigot #so why is it apparently just sooo hard #for the rest of you?

[riverxsong-ao3]

“Psst!”

“Tom! Harry!”

The two of them turned to see Ron’s older twin brothers, Fred and George, strolling toward them, mischief gleaming in their eyes. “Walk with us, boys.”

Harry and Tom followed, Harry a bit bewildered. Had Ron convinced them to smuggle the two of them out of the castle and down to Hogsmeade? If so, why had they waited until the last minute to let them know? Instead of down a secret passage, however, the twins led them into an empty classroom.

“Ron let us in on your predicament, Harry,” one of the twins said – George, he thought.

“It’s a shame, really,” Fred said, “how little thought that crotchety old Head of House of yours gives to the rights of students –”

“The right to a sunny afternoon of freedom –”

“The right to a little bit of playful misconduct –”

“So we thought, why not?” George said, smiling slyly. “Why not pass down the secret to our success to the upcoming generation of troublemakers?”

“Almost breaks my heart, giving it away,” Fred continued, pulling what for all the world seemed to be nothing more than a large piece of blank parchment from beneath his robes. “But it’s yours now, Harry, we decided last night. Make sure to use it well.”

“Er – I’m not sure I understand,” Harry said, taking the parchment and studying it as he spread it out carefully in his hands. “What is it?”

“What is it indeed, Harry?” George said. “Care to explain, Fred?”

“Well, we were just first years when we came across it –”

“– nicked it, really –”

“– just sitting, unused and unappreciated in Filch’s office. Took us a bit of time to figure out how to work it – not to mention a few good rounds of insults flung at us, but in the end, well..”

“Well, it’s taught us more than all the teachers in this school.” George finished.

Harry snorted. “You’re having us on, aren’t you?” he asked. “What are we supposed to do with a bit of old parchment?”

Fred smiled mysteriously. “Watch and learn, Harry.” He drew his wand and touched it to the middle of the parchment with the words, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Harry watched in amazement as a burst of ink grew from the spot where Fred’s wand was placed, spreading across the parchment and tracing out long corridors, spacious rooms, doorways both open and closed, and windows. It was Hogwarts, detailed down to the smallest broom cupboard, with tiny ink spots moving across it, labelled with the names of each person still in the castle. As Harry marvelled at this, staring at his own name standing still in the first floor classroom he currently occupied, glossy green letters began to bloom across the top of the map unfolding before him.

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

Are proud to present

THE MARAUDER’S MAP

#harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #fanfiction #harrymort #vitae redux

[rotten1angel]

mistletoe / r. weasley

ron weasley x fem!reader

word count — 0.7k

summary — you stay with the weasleys for christmas break and the twins enchant mistletoe to form whenever you and ron are within a foot of eachother

authors note & warnings: found this in my docs from my old account so here we are! lmk any warnings i should add!

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the twins had been teasing ron for a week already once they found out through their extendable ears that he had a crush on you.

you had come home with ron (and harry) for christmas break as your family was off to some other country. molly welcomed you as her own and you — after staying up late with harry and ron — went to sleep in ginny’s room during break.

however, one late late night, harry and ron had been talking — george and fred overheard them whispering and snuck in an extendable ear — and heard ron slip up, saying he had a crush on you. and since then, which was the second night of christmas break, they had teased him relentlessly.

first, it had started with little slips of knowledge — such as them raising their eyebrows at ron whenever you and him were a little too close to each other, which happened often. whether it was you two sitting on the couch, thigh-to-thigh and your head on his shoulder or you moving your chair at the dinner table closer to his.

but soon the twins kicked it up a notch. the two boys told ron that they knew about his crush on you — which already had gotten him nervous. but then the twins began their games. they had enchanted mistletoe to grow from the roof whenever you and ron were in a foot of each other — it was a tricky enchantment, but they managed it all to embarrass their brother.

“can you two please unenchant the mistletoe! it’s starting to get weird everytime i tear it off the ceiling without (y/n) seeing what it is!” ron whisper-shouted at the twins — causing them to stifle a laugh.

“we’re just trying to help our dear baby brother,” fred started.

“yeah, ron, and it’ll end at the end of break in a week.” george finished. ron��s mouth fell into a straight line as he turned and walked away from the two.

as he walked off from the twins he almost crashed into you as you were following ginny into the kitchen. and as it had been for the past week — a red and green mistletoe grew at the top of the doorframe except this time, you caught sight of it, and so did ginny. your cheeks heated as you looked at the christmas-colored plant, you then briefly made eye contact with ron as ginny grabbed your wrist and pulled you past him. you two retreated into a corner of the kitchen as your hands flew to cover your face and ginny giggled.

“that was–” ginny started but one of your hands flew to cover her mouth.

“shush! someone might hear you!” you whisper-yell at her — causing her to giggle and you did the same.

“listen, as much as i want to gag at the thought of someone with my brother, you need to face your feelings!” you sighed, knowing she was right.

“but what if it ruins our friendship? then it’ll likely impact you and me and just — i can't!” you ranted, and ginny groaned–however agreed to drop the subject.

you two each got a glass of water and headed back upstairs–it was a few hours after sunset and you assumed it was time to go to bed.

however, as you laid awake 2 hours later, you had grown bored of ginny’s room and ventured out. being as quiet as you could, you creeped down the creaky, wooden stairs. making your way to the kitchen you slid on the hard floors with your socks. you regretted not bringing your — now empty — water glass as you reluctantly got another out of the cupboard.

you filled up the glass and took a big sip, however most of it was spat out as you had gotten spooked by ron’s figure entering the doorway.

“ron!” you whisper-shouted, making the boy jump.

“oi! you scared me (y/n)!”

“oh! i scared you?!” you rolled your eyes at him, a smile small on your face as you muttered a quick charm to clean up the spilled water. you leaned against the counter and put your glass on it, freeing your hands. ron had joined you up against the counter–causing mistletoe to form.

“sorry, fred and george have this idea that i like you—”

“do you? i mean– do you like me?” you muttered to the now red-faced boy, turning your head to look at him. in an instant, he moved around to in front of you, his hand resting hesitantly a few inches from your face.

“would.. would you want me to?” he asks in a murmur, his eyes gazing into yours.

you nod gently as his hand cups your cheek softly and his lips inch towards yours. you close the gap as your soft lips met his slightly chapped ones. he pulled away after a moment, catching his breath.

“then yes, (y/n), im in love with you.” you grinned at him, pulling his shirt collar to bring him back in for another kiss.

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taglist — @hunnybunimdun @wildieflower @nonamedauthor @imabee-oralizard @juneberrie

#ron weasley x fem!reader #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley

[viridian-love]

— 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?

relationship: familial / platonic!harry x hermione x weasleys

warnings: mentions of harry’s past abuse with the dursleys (only about where he slept, nothing graphic).

words: 964

Everyone knows Harry is tiny for a boy his age. He was usually the pick of the litter to squeeze into tiny spaces to retrieve lost or fallen objects. He didn’t mind it, nor did he mind closed spaces because of his time spent at the Dursley’s under the stairs. Sure, he’ll get the occasional panic attack in tight enclosed spaces for too long, but it’s nothing he hasn’t handled himself before.

When Harry spends Christmas at the Weasley’s with all of Ron’s siblings there plus Hermione, it’s a tight squeeze. Hermione obviously rooms with Ginny, but Molly didn’t really find a reason for the boys to move so they stayed where they were and Harry would just squeeze in Ron’s room with Ron and the twins. They were informed of it during dinner the first night of Christmas break.

“Well, I don’t see why the boys should move. It’ll be a bit of a squeeze as Charlie already shares a room with Bill and Percy already has the smallest room. Harry, dear, you’re gonna have to share with the twins and Ron since their room will be able to fit all of you,” Molly apologetically stated as she stared at Harry with a sorry gaze. The boy, bless his heart, smiled softly and understandingly back at the Weasley matriarch.

“It’s quite alright, Molly. I’m tiny, I can fit in there.” Harry let out a slight chuckle as Molly fondly rolled her eyes at the raven-haired boy.

“I dunno, mate. The twins have a lot of stuff for their pranks and it takes up a lot of room. I have my books scattered everywhere too. There isn’t really much room. Why can’t he stay with-,” Ron’s rambling was cut off by Harry’s joking hush.

“That’s fine, Ron. I used to sleep under the stairs at the Dursley’s,” Harry supplied nonchalantly as if that was the most normal thing in the world and spooned another mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. As he chewed, his ears picked up on the sudden silence at the table. He lifted his emerald eyes only to be met with gazes of a mixture of shock, anger, sadness, and curiosity. His head turned as he heard Ron clear his throat.

“You slept where, now?” Ron’s voice was so quiet, had it not been silent, Harry wouldn’t have been able to hear it. His eyes darted to the rest of the Weasley household and Hermione. “Uhh,” Harry started as he cautiously put his spoon down, “the, um, stairs. There was a, ah, a cupboard of sorts under there. It was where I slept up until I got my Hogwarts letter.” The tiny boy’s voice slowly grew quieter as he spoke and his fingers started to pull on the ends of his sweater that Molly had knitted him. 

The table was quiet for awhile and Harry started to feel uncomfortable, regretting ever saying anything to begin with. Unable to bear the silence any longer, Harry quietly coughed and pushed his chair away from the table. It was like the noise snapped everyone out of their trance as they looked at Harry slowly backing away from the table. His eyes darted anywhere but the people in the room as he stumbled over his words to escape the awkwardness and impending pity from them.

“I’m just gonna go, um, set up my sleeping bag. In the room. I, uh, I’ll meet you guys up there. Night. Thank you for dinner, Molly. It was delicious as always.” And with that, the little boy dashed away from the kitchen and into the bedroom where he’ll be residing in. 

The second he heard the door gently shut because no Harry doesn’t have a fear of loud sudden sounds what, Ron bolted out of his chair with his wand in hand and his face carved in absolute and terrifying fury. 

All hell broke loose.

Bill was at the opposite end of the table to Arthur so he was in Ron’s path to get to the door. The eldest Weasley nearly tipped his chair over to catch Ron by his waist and pull him back. Shouting commenced as everyone tried to keep Ron at bay and going to AK those wretched relatives of Harry’s. Bill eventually had to wrestle Ron to the floor, but even with his strength, it wasn’t enough. With Bill pinning Ron on his stomach on the floor, Charlie and the twins restrained his arms and legs. Ginny and Hermione sat on Bill’s back to keep them both down. Molly and Arthur were wrestling the wand out of Ron’s hand as Ron continued to shout profanities over everyone’s yelled attempts to calm him down.

“No! I will not calm down, Ginny! Do not even-,”

“Ron, for Merlin’s sake! Let go of the damn wand right no-,”

“Ronniekins, you have to calm down-”

“Or mum will hex you into next week!”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, someone knock him out already!”

“Don’t you dare, Fre-,”

An audible thunk could be heard from Ron’s head as his struggle ceased and he became limp on the floor underneath Bill’s, Ginny’s, and Hermione’s weights. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief as Molly fell onto her rear with Arthur supporting her after they let go of Ron’s wand that was in an iron grip. It was a surprise it didn’t break with the force they had put into trying to pry it out of the red-head’s hand.

Ginny and Hermione carefully got off of Bill’s back and helped him sit up beside his unconscious younger brother. Everyone was panting, trying to regain their breath. The younger Weasley had an awful lot of sudden strength and it surprised everyone. Seems like he was much more protective of Harry than they thought.

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #weasleys #abused harry potter #good ron #good hermione #golden trio #fanfic #harry potter fanfic

[secret-rendezvous1d]

Can we talk about YN would be so dependent on Harry for small things? Harry will always cook for here, drive her to places, keep the house clean and never let her lift a finger..She is still very independent but these little things are what make her fall in love with him even more😇😇

She knows how to look after herself.

She's in her twenties, lives alone in the middle of London, and has had to look after herself ever since she left the home she grew up in to adult her way through life.

She can cook her own food and wash her own dishes. She can clean her own home and she can reach all the places that are hard to reach for. She can drive her way through the busy London streets and she can catch public transport when she needs to. She can do her own shopping in the supermarket and pack her own things away when she gets home and she can make her own shopping list for things that fill her cupboards. She can run her own bath and make her own decisions on what bath bomb she wants to fizz away or what bubble bath she wants to soak underneath.

But when Harry's home, well... the independence that consumes her just flies out the window.

And as much as she likes to feel independent, it's hard to keep feeling that way when Harry's home because all he does is dote on her. When he's the one who should be doted upon, when he's the one who should be on the receiving end of the love and resting up, she's the one getting all the fuss. Because he's missed her.

*

"Where are you going?"

It's always spoken so softly. Like he's scared to be left alone, in case she never comes back (but she always does, usually with something special for him), a pout on his pink lips and a blush to her cheeks. His figure sprawled out on her sofa because he'll always go back to her house, no matter how long he's been away.

"I'm just popping to the shops to get some stuff. I need to make dinner but I've forgotten the basil and the garlic," she says, twirling her car keys on her finger, "I'll be ten minutes."

"Let me take you," he offers, standing to his feet and stretching out his back, a crack being heard in the silence as he twists his back in hopes to remove the kinks sitting in her bones, "please, let me take you. I'll be bored without you."

"You could just rest."

"I don't want to rest when I could be with you," he wiggles past her and he reaches for his tattered white trainers, not caring that his outfit didn't necessarily scream ready to leave the house, "want to be near you. Been away from you for ages."

And when he has his back to her, she can't help but smile wide and clasp a hand to her heart because he really was just the sweetest man and she felt the luckiest in the world.

*

"There's a bath ready for you, baby."

"A bath?"

He nods sheepishly and twiddles with the sleeves of his oversized jumper, completely soaking him up and making him look so small and fragile, and hiding the football shorts he had on underneath.

"You didn't need to run me a bath, H."

"I know but I wanted to run you one."

And she could smell the lavender on the tips of his fingers, a delicate dusting of glitter catching in the corners of his nails, and a lilac coat of powder on the skin of his hands. Enough to make her melt on the spot, enough to feel the weight of the earth lifted from her shoulders, enough to wordlessly thank him because he knew her better than she knew herself. Because it's then that she feels the aches in her feet, the soreness of her back and the tiredness behind her eyes and she thinks about the day she's had and realises it's been a long one. One full of productivity and full of progress but one that didn't need to go on for as long as it had done.

"You should be the one getting baths run for them."

"I know but," he shrugs and looks to his feet before looking back up at her, "I can always join you, if you wanted."

And that smirk - that godforsaken smirk that covers his mouth, and pops out the the dimple on his cheek, when he says anything that refers to naked bodies or intimacy or anything that could lead to him getting lucky - is enough to drive her insane.

"How could I say no to that offer?"

#harry talk #harry styles imagines #harry styles blurbs #harry styles

[remuslupinslefteyebrow]

Harry Potter Angst Pt.1

I wonder how long Harry sat there, whispering quietly to himself in ways only a baby understands, trying to soothe the feelings that he was too young to understand, until finally, his stomach grew hungry and his throat ached with thirst, his head hurting and sore. He was cold, shivering. He cried out for his mum and dad in that childish way, words thick and not quite properly formed, he didn't know why Mummy wasn’t getting up off the floor. Why Daddy hadn't come and picked him up yet. Imagine him calling the names of everyone his little brain could remember, hoping someone would be there for him. Imagine him then, seeing a stranger arrive. Someone he didn't recognise. A tall man in dark robes with a strange face, who sobbed. Who held Mummy and she still didn't wake up. Little Harry didn't understand why this stranger wasn't helping him.

A few years later, imagine him going to sleep in the little cupboard under the stairs, cold, cramped and uncomfortable. The hard floor could be felt through the thin, secondhand mattress he had. He didn't understand any of. He felt so very lost.

When he drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair and startling green eyes and a man that looked just a bit like him, laughing and dancing around, calling his name. Their smiles. Their soft hands that would hold him and wipe away his tears. But every time, he'd wake up, and they'd be gone. And the only people that he knew now treated him with harsh, cold contempt. They didn't care for him. Their hands were only hard, delivering sharp slaps and reprimands. Their words cut. Why?

#harry potter #harry potter fandom #angst #jily #james potter #lily evans #halloween 1981 #severus snape